A/N Well i hope to do better this time for this fanfiction. This will be a rewrite in third POV as requested. Things will be expanded upon. Thank you for those who continue to stick by me. Harry will also be more callous and less free spirited here in the beginning than he was in the original.

There will be some changes to the original story. Just keep an open mind.

Remus' POV

Remus had just returned home a cottage far from any other habitation. This allowed for his werewolf transformations and not risk biting someone. The night before had been a terrible one under the influence of the full moon. He had many new scratches and bites given to him by his inner wolf.

He was exhausted but the second his floo flared green his wand was pointing at it. What he did not expect was Albus Dumbledore to step through. He lowered his wand a fraction but ready to react just in case. Ever since the man had denied him custody over his godson he was wary of the man. In fact he had not heard from Albus since the last argument.

Remus used to think the world of the man after he allowed him to go to Hogwarts with his condition. Now he knew the man was just keeping Remus loyal to him. Remus wasn't a fool that the old man thought he was. The only reason why he listened to him was so that he could keep up with Harry.

He said looking the man over," What can I do for you, Headmaster? The full moon was last night and I would like nothing more than to sleep it off."

The old man looked even older than his age of 150 years. Something had happened he just knew it. Had Sirius broken out of Azkaban? Had his once best friend been killed? Was it Harry?

Albus said solemnly," I have recently been made aware of Harry Potter's living situation maybe less than ideal. I was wondering if you would like to take the child until it's time for him to go to Hogwarts."

Dumbledore unconsciously flinched when the man's eyes flashed gold. Remus could feel Moony wanting to tear the old headmaster limb from limb. The muggles he was sure had put his cub in an abusive house.

He asked through clenched teeth barely keeping himself from cursing the man," What did they do to him Albus?"

Albus said not meeting the werewolf's angry gaze," I'm not sure. Arabella Fig a squib that lives near him last saw him in a bad state. She has not seen him again since."

Remus practically three the man into the floo and shouted the address. He would not stand for this! His cub couldn't be dead. He had to protect him. He... should have harder for Harry. He will get his godson back.

They dropped into Arabrella Fig' s kitchen. She went to greet them but Remus' angry look stopped her. She nodded to the house down the street with a sad look of her own. Remus was first out of the door and across the street. He refused to slow down even as Dumbledore bad to catch up.

He went right up to the door of the house and banged his fist on it. A walrus of a man answered the door. He glared at Remus and asked rudely," What do you want? Whatever your selling we selling buying."

Remus growled allowing his wolf to come forward just a little. He asked as the man flinched back," Where is Harry?"

The man went from pale to purple in a blink of an eye. He went to slam the door in Remus' face but Remus was faster. He pushed the door all the way open and made his way inside. When the man moved to attack him Remus drew his wand.

With it pointed at his throat Vernon Dursley froze. Remus saw a horse like woman and whale like child come around to see what the commotation was. He recognized the woman as Lily's sister Petunia.

She screeched angrily," You! You freak! What are you doing in my house?!"

Remus asked losing what little paitence he had," Where is Harry Potter? What have you done with my cub?"

Her face drained of all color as she realized why they were there. She said," He's gone. A school in Japan offered him a full scholarship. We were happy to be rid of the little demon."

Remus then felt the blood drain from his own face. Some school in Japan? Did they even care what happened to the five year old child? If Dumbledore had not been there he would have cursed the muggles to oblivion.

He vaguely heard Dumbledore getting the name of the school before dragging Remus out. Remus felt like someone had torn his heart out of his chest. His godson was gone in some other country. Would he ever see Harry again?

Glaring at Dumbledore he decided. Even if he never saw Harry again he would never trust this man again. He would never forget what this man had done.

Wolf's POV
8years later

He yawned slightly as he buttoned his jacket over his white dress shirt. The dress shirt was buttoned up the the third button from the top. This allowed the top part of his red clan tattoo to show. He rubbed it absentmindedly before moving to belt his sword off his left side. It was going to be a long day.

Reisi Munakata the Fourth and Blue king of Japan had notified him all kings had been summoned. Wolf was a vassal to the Blue king as well as to Mikoto Souh the Third and Red King. This would be the first time that all the kings would be gathered in one spot. Each King was allowed to bring two vassals as consults.

Wolf was not going as one of these though. He was going as the Eighth and Black king. He asked Fox his second in command in the scent seekers within Scepter 4 the Blue clan. His second choice was Tatara Totsuka from HOMRA the red clan. He really didn't want to go but he didn't have a choice. His word held just as much sway as any of the other kings.

The reason they had gathered was that two sides of a war in England were asking for their aid. Since every king had a right to choose which side of any their clan supported. Wolf wondered why they were being asked to step in. Kings typically only kept to themselves and to each other. Wolf was no exception. He stuck to the clans he swore to. They were the closest thing he had to a family.

A knock on his door drew him from his thoughts. About ten years older than him walked in. Fushimi Saruhiko another member of Scepter 4. Like him Fushimi was attending the conference. He was acting as Reisi second. If Wolf wasn't a king it would have been him. He was envious of the older clansman. He wanted nothing more than to stay in his animal form by his king's side.

Scepter 4 was different from the other clans. It had a very military like organization. The King was at the top as Captain over the clan. Under him was the First Lieutenant and the only female member. Then was Wolf the second Lieutenant. Then there was Fushimi who acted as a Sergeant in all but name. The three below the king were well respected even Wolf who was by far the youngest at only 13.

While the youngest he carried by far the most weapons. He had an assortment of knives in his jacket and under it. Fushimi had taken him under his wing in teaching him knife throwing once he learned swordsmanship. Wolf was nowhere near the skill the older man had.

Interrupting his thoughts Fushimi said," Its time to go Wolf."

Wolf said his voice gravelly from lack of use," Alright. I'm ready."

With that he followed Fushimi out of his room. They took the elevator down to the basement. A man in almost the exact same uniform as Wolf's and Fushimi's. His black hair and piercing dark eyes turned to face Wolf. A faint smile appeared on the man's face as their eyes met.

Wolf cleared his throat before he said," Captain."

Reisi said," Good morning to you too, Wolf. Ready to go?"

Wolf said looking away," As ready as I'll ever be, Reisi."

They got into one of the armored vans typically used when capturing a rogue strain or clansman. Wolf sat to the left of Reisi in the back of the van with Awashima on the right. The first Lieutenant was as strict as they came but she cared about each of the clansman. When Reisi was gone more than once she had comforted him during a nightmare. His nightmares had been violent in the early days of his training. Now he still had an occasional nightmare but less violent than before. It took them about twenty minutes to reach the tower where the conference was being held. Wolf was the last of the small group to step out of the van. Around the building stood several familiar and unfamiliar face from varying clans. He wasn't surprised at all to see all of HOMRA waiting outside. Mikoto likely took Izumo and Yata inside as his consults.

Several people in brown cloaks and gold masks stood off to the side as well. They were the Usagi the gold clan. Wolf had butted heads with their king in the past. The Gold King did not like that he was an unnatural king. Nor did he like the fact that Wolf had bonded with the Reisi. A rare bond that connected both of their Swords of Damocles. As long as Wolf lived Reisi's sword would never fall.

Many had wondered why Wolf had chosen the blue king instead of the red. Wolf didn't exactly know himself. While Mikoto was a good man underneath his rough exterior Reisi was different. He was cold and calculating but he would always comfort Wolf in a way no one else could. Wolf always felt at ease around the man.

His eyes flicked over to a boy in a black coat with a sword on his hip walking into the building. He had heard rumors that the Seventh and Colorless king had passed. It must be true if his vassal arrived alone. He felt for the boy. To lose your king at such a young age must be hard. The boy was probably no more than five years older than Wolf too. He didn't know what he would do if he lost Reisi or Mikoto. Though it was highly likely that they would kill each other one day with how much they fought. After all only a king could murder a king.

There were other ways for a king to die of course but for murder it had to be another king. Many wouldn't do it unless there was no other option due to the strain it put onto their sword. To much strain would cause a Damocles down incident. The last such incident killed two kings and caused a third to go insane.

Wolf rubbed the mark on his right forearm in thought. Seeing the reaction Reisi gave him a knowing look. Only a handful of people knew about what had happened to him. The reasons for his nightmares. Reisi tilted his head to the side indicating that they should go inside. Taking a deep breath he followed his king inside. He only hoped that nothing happened. But the feeling in the pit of his stomach said otherwise.