A/N I own none of the characters in this chapter. Nor will I own any of the characters in the rest of the story. Nor do I own any properties mentioned.

Chapter Two: A Wolf On Sheep Lane

9th December 1984, 9:27 AM, 5 Sheep Lane, Wrexham, Wales, United Kingdom

Remus John Lupin was tired. He'd spent the entirety of last night awake in a 5x5 concrete room with a five inches thick solid iron door. In three minutes, the charm keeping the door shut would break and Remus would head to the kitchen to get the bottle of Ogden's Finest out of the cupboard. He'd go back to work on Monday. Thank Merlin the Full Moon had fallen on a Saturday and he wasn't working anyway. The charm broke and the door creaked slowly open.

Remus staggered to the kitchen and made his way carefully to the cupboard, where he pulled out the bottle of Ogden's Finest. He collected a glass for himself and poured himself a full glass. There's no point in starting to drink at half nine in the morning unless you're getting absolutely shitfaced. Or at least that's what James and The Traitor said on the morning of James' stag do. Many jokes were made about the whole stag thing. Of course, most of the people who went didn't get them. Happier times.

Remus picked the glass up and drank it all down. The warm amber liquid burned his throat, but it would help with the pain of the transformation. He walked to the door to get the post before realising it was Sunday. He drank some more Firewhiskey before walking into the living room and turning the tv on. All he needed to do today was relax.

9th December 1984, 3:38 PM, 5 Sheep Lane, Wrexham, Wales, United Kingdom

Which he did. For a while. However, a knock at the door disrupted his lovely afternoon of drinking and watching tv. Remus snarled and struggled out of his chair. He stumbled his way to the door, holding onto the wall for balance. He opened the door and was surprised to see his old Headmaster standing before him. "Hello, Remus. You're a hard man to find."

"Dumbledore. Haa've ya bin?" Dumbldore held out a glass bottle.

"Drink this." Remus tried to slur out a response before taking the bottle and downing it. Immediately he began running to the bathroom. Dumbledore followed at a leisurely pace, the door closing behind him.

Remus began vomiting down the toilet for several minutes. After he was done, he glared at Dumbledore, who had followed him into the bathroom. "I trust you had a good reason for that, Albus."

Dumbledore's face took on a sad look. "I did. I knew that you would likely drink to recover from last night and I can't have you meeting Mr Potter whilst you can barely stand."

Remus practically apparated to his feet, the alcohol having been purged from his system. "What do you mean? How come I get to meet him now and not when I spent over a year owling you to ask to meet him?"

Dumbledore sighed. "I am afraid I failed. I entrusted the wrong person to keep watch over young Harry." Dumbledore paused and looked Remus in the eye. "It brings me great sorrow to tell you that Fenrir Greyback has managed to pass his curse onto young Harry." Remus' eyes glowed yellow.

"I'm going to tear that fuckers throat out." He made his move to travel to the Lake District, where he knew the wild packs ruled by Greyback lived, when he found he was frozen to the spot. "Albus, let me go!"

"You do not need to kill Fenrir. Severus killed him last night, by use of the Killing Curse." Dumbledore's face was clearly saddened by the method Snape had used.

Remus smirked evilly. "Remind me to buy Snape a bottle of Ogden's. Don't feel bad for Greyback. He deserved much worse than the Killing Curse."

"The loss of a life should always be a terrible thing. No matter who the person was or what they've done." Remus shrugged.

"I'm still going to get Snape a bottle of Ogden's Finest." Dumbledore sighed.

"If you insist, though I will say that Severus is rather partial to a Muggle alcohol made by a fellow called Jack Daniel. I believe it's the type of alcohol that Muggles made to try to replicate our Firewhiskey." Remus nodded.

"Yeah, I know what you're talking about. Does he prefer the honeyed type?" Dumbledore nodded. "I'll just pop to the shops really quick, then you can take me to see Harry." Two quiet pops and 20 later, Remus was grabbing hold of Dumbledore's arm.

They appeared silently in front of the Hogwarts gates. A brisk walk took them passed a Ravenclaw Quidditch practice to the front doors of the school. They got quite a few funny looks from the students on the way to the hospital wing.

They arrived at the hospital wing and entered. Remus saw a curtained off area towards the end of the room. "Oi, oi. You wanna share that wiv us, pot and pan?" Remus turned towards the voice and saw three children. One was a ginger haired boy lying in a hospital bed and another was a girl with bubblegum pink hair. The third was an older boy who looked to be the brother of the one in the bed. The girl was the one who spoke.

Remus smiled. "Sorry, Nymphadora, but this is a gift for Professor Snape." The girls hair flushed a bright red.

"Don't call me Nymphadora! And how did ya know me name?"

Remus scowled. "I was friends with Sirius before he betrayed us. He described you to our friends and I. I knew you were going to hate your name from the second I heard it."

Nymphadora scowled. "Yeah, I can't believe Sirius did that. He was always so sugar and spice from what I remember. Anyway, call me Tonks and give us that bottle of River Ouse, Snape-y boy don't deserve it."

"Might I remind you that I am still here?" The three children and one werewolf looked at Dumbledore, who's eyes were twinkling with amusement.

"Dumbledore, you go on ahead, I want to talk to these guys for a little more. And don't worry, I'm not the kind of guy to give underaged wizards alcohol." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled even more.

"Need I remind you of the time you replaced all of the water in Hogwarts with vodka?" The children's eyes lit up with hope that they'd actually get some alcohol from this obvious rule breaker.

"You know as well as I do, that was mostly James and Sirius' idea." Dumbledore nodded and walked to the curtained off area at the end of the room.

"So," Remus looked back at Tonks. "When he says 'all of the water in Hogwarts'?"

Remus smiled. "He means all of it. The merpeople were rather annoyed at that. I remember James was quite annoyed that Madam Pomfrey didn't let him get a really sexy scar. His words, not mine." All four of them chuckled. "But that's not why I wanted to talk to you. I just thought you might be interested in knowing of a way to piss Snape off." The children perked up. "I happen to know that he hates being called 'Snivellus.' If anyone asks, you heard one of the seventh years talking about the Marauders."

Having passed on what he wanted to, Remus continued on to meet Harry. As soon as he passed the curtains he was greeted with the sight of Harry. He froze up at the sight of those green eyes he knew so well. "I see you finally decided to grace us with your presence, Lupin." Remus sighed and turned to the source of the icy voice.

"Hello Snape." He offered the bottle of Jack Daniels. "I'd like to thank you for ridding the world of Greyback."

Snape took the bottle from Remus. "I assume the Headmaster told you I liked this?"

"Naturally. I'm not going to pretend that I liked you enough to know what your tastes are." Snape nodded.

"Well, thank you for this and believe me, it was not exactly a hardship to put that animal down. Now, if you will all excuse me, I'm going to place this in my private chambers. Goodbye."

He swept through the curtain, obviously wishing to spend as little time around Remus as possible. "Hey, you alright, Snivellus?" A loud smashing noise followed Tonks' shout.

"LUPIN!" Madam Pomfrey quickly left the curtained off area and began berating Snape for making a mess in her hospital wing.

"Remus, was that really necessary?"

Remus turned to Dumbledore. "No, but it was fun. Plus, if I hadn't taken that opportunity, then James would've killed me from beyond the grave."

Dumbledore frowned at the long-standing enmity between the two men. "Remus, I'd like you to meet Harry Potter."

Remus looked down at the bed, smiling at the son of two of his closest friends. He conjured a chair to sit down and speak with him. "Hello, Harry. You probably don't remember me, but I was a friend of your parents."

"Moony!" Harry smiled. "I thought I'd imagined you. The Dursley's wouldn't have liked that." Remus froze.

"Dumbledore. Please tell me you did not place Harry with the Dursley's."

"It was sadly for the best. To charge the blood wards surrounding their home." Remus glared at Dumbledore, causing the elderly man to wince.

"Oh, really?" Snarled Remus. "Then tell me, how did Greyback manage to get passed these wards?"

Dumbledore sighed. "Harry's guardians decided they wanted to watch a movie and didn't want to bring Harry with them. So they took Harry to Arabella's house, which is just outside the wards. Tragically, Arabella didn't survive."

Remus' face softened. "Albus, you believed that Petunia would treat Harry like her own family. It isn't your fault she's a complete bitch who doesn't care about anyone magical. And it's a good thing Arabella died in the attack. She didn't have any magic. The Change kills those without magic in an excruciating way. Better that she dies from blood loss than that."

"Language!" Remus jumped. He hadn't even noticed McGonagall standing in the corner. Though he supposed it was obvious she'd be there. "Though I agree with the sentiment, Mr Lupin, there is a child present."

Remus nodded to her. "Fair enough, Professor." He looked back at Harry and saw an expression of fear on his face. "What's the matter, Prongslet?"

"I'm going to die." Remus frowned. He couldn't see the others, but assumed they were doing the same.

"What do you mean?"

"You said that the bite kills people who don't have magic. I'm not magic. I'm just Harry."

"Harry, look at me. You are not 'just Harry'. You are Harry James Potter, the son of two of the people who meant most to me. Both of your parents were powerful magic users. I have no doubt that you will have magic. I have failed you up until now because I felt bad about your parents deaths. I promise you this: I will never fail you again." Remus swept Harry up in a loving hug. Harry froze up at the contact. Unseen by Harry, Remus scowled. 'Damned Dursley's.'

10th December 1984, 7:30 PM, Head Office, Gholuva Imports, London, United Kingdom

"Well, Remus, I am intrigued. You've never taken me up on my job offers before, what's changed?"

"I'm no longer responsible for just me. I'm now looking after James and Lily's son. I can't afford to do that if I'm getting a new shitty job every couple of months."

Ramrao Patil was no fool. He knew there was something his friend wasn't telling him. Time to make an educated guess. "Greyback's attack was successful, wasn't it?" Remus' eyes widened in shock.

"How did you know that?"

"The death of Greyback made the news, as well as why he made his attack. It was reported that his attack failed, but the only reason I can see for you being given custody, is that young Harry will need help dealing with the transformation." Ramrao made a decision. "My Head of Records is thinking about retiring soon. I will give you a job under him and, if he decides your work is good enough, you will take over as the new Head. During the day, young Harry can be looked after by my wife."

Remus looked up at his friend. "What about the others in your Records Office? Won't they resent me coming in and taking a potential promotion away?"

Ramrao scoffed. "The only people who work in Records are either new Hogwarts graduates who want a bit of money to travel the world, or want to work in different departments that need some experience within the company. No one goes to the Records Office for a career."

Remus smiled. "Thank you, Ramrao. When do I start?"

"That all depends on how quickly you can leave your current job."

30th July 1984, 11:34 AM, 5 Sheep Lane, Wrexham, Wales, United Kingdom

Harry was happy. It had taken him about a week to get over his fear of retribution from Dudley, but then he became fast friends with Padma and Parvati. Sure, there had been a bit of awkwardness early on when he repeated something he'd heard his Uncle Vernon say about people that look like the Patil's, but other than that, things were going great. And he now knew that "Paki" wasn't something he should say.

But today was his second birthday party. His first had been when his parents were still alive, so he couldn't remember it. He was nervous. He didn't want anyone to make a big fuss. Plus, tomorrow night was a full moon. Harry hated full moons. The change was so painful. He just wanted this week to end.

"Come on, Prongslet, we're going to be late." Harry quickly finished brushing his teeth and ran downstairs. Uncle Moony was standing in front of the fireplace. Harry quickly took the floo powder from him and threw it into the fireplace.

"12 Hollywood Drive!" A flash of green flames saw Harry arrive in Birmingham.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HARRY," screamed the voices of two excited twins. Harry got a brief look at Parvati's face before she tackled him to the ground in a hug. "IhopeyoulikeyourpresentsHarry, wechosethemjustforyou. IpickedthedragonandPadmapickedthe- oops. I wasn't supposed to tell you what we got you."

"Not even here for a minute and he's already got a pretty, young witches arms around him. His father would be so proud."

"Easy there, Remus. That's my daughter you're talking about." Both wizards were beaming at the display of childhood affection.

Parvati finally let go of Harry and let him get back to his feet. "Hi, Parvati! Hi, Padma! Hello, Mr and Mrs Patil! Thanks for letting me have my birthday party here." Remus hid his frown. Harry may have gotten out of his shell a bit, but he still felt like a burden. It was a miracle he wasn't apologising for the bother.

Smita smiled. "It's our pleasure, Harry! Now, why don't you open your presents?" Harry beamed widely before rushing over to the presents, Padma and Parvati close behind. He absolutely adored the little green dragon toy Parvati had given him and gave her just as big a hug as she'd given him just moments before. Remus made sure to keep a mental note to keep Padma's gift of a massive bar of Honeyduke's chocolate to the side for after the full moon.

After opening Remus' present for him, Harry immediately hugged the stag cuddly animal to his chest, alongside the dragon.

Harry surprised all of the adults by giving Ramrao a short hug after seeing the photo of Ramrao and Harry's father. One of the three photos of Ramrao and James that was appropriate for the eyes of a child. He never gave any men hugs and he'd only hugged Smita once before. After seeing the photo Smita had wrapped for him, he gave her another hug. It was nice to see a photo of his mother and her friends, one of whom was Smita. Most of the photos Remus had of Harry's parents weren't on display because the Traitor was in them. This was the best birthday he'd ever had. It was also the only one he could remember.

1st August 1991, 10:16 AM, 5 Sheep Lane, Wrexham, Wales, United Kingdom

"There! All done!" Parvati held up a hand mirror, so Harry could admire her handiwork. Any other eleven year old boy would never in a million years let a girl get near him with makeup, but Harry just smiled.

"It's wonderful, thanks!" She'd managed to perfectly cover his scar. Remus and Ramrao had managed to prevent the wizarding world in general from ever seeing him, so anyone wanting to thank him for not dying would be relying on his scar and classic Potter hair to identify him. Remus had got him a tub of Sleekeazy's Hair Potion for his birthday, so for the first time in his life; Harry didn't have a birds nest on his head.

"You ready yet, Prongslet?" Remus poked his head through the door. He looked at Harry and grinned. "You know, your father always refused to wear Sleekeazy's. He preferred his natural mop. It's nice to see what he would've looked like wearing it. Well, with the exception of your eye colour. Anyway, we should get going." Harry, Parvati and Padma, who had been reading a book, followed Remus down to the living room.

Ramrao smiled at the kids. "I'll go first." He walked up to the fire place and took a handful of Floo Powder out of a Quality Streets tin. "The Leaky Cauldron." Ramrao disappeared into the green flames, closely followed by the kids, Smita and Remus.

The first stop was Ollivander's, to get a wand for Harry. Padma and Parvati already had wands, thanks to their family's tradition of keeping wands after the deaths of their owners and presenting them to be used by their descendants. Parvati inherited her great great grandmothers wand, made of larch wood with an Occamy scale core. Padma was Chosen by her great great granduncle's wand made from elm, with a Core made from the Heartstring of a Chinese Fireball that had strayed across what was now known as the McMahon Line and attacked a village nearby to the Patil's land. Padma and Parvati's great great great great grandfather had gone to the aid of the village and killed the dragon and claimed its corpse.

Ollivander's shop was creepy. There was no other way to put it. It looked more like an abandoned house in a horror movie than a busy wand shop that sold wands to the entirety of wizarding Britain. Everything was covered in a thick layer of dust and the owner was nowhere to be seen.

"Um... hello?" Harry looked around. "Mr Ollivander?"

"Ah," Harry, Padma and Parvati jumped slightly. They hadn't seen the elderly wand maker enter the room. "Mr Potter. I was wondering when you'd come for a wand. I wonder if you'll be more like your mother, or your father..."

The aged wandmaker disappeared into his shop momentarily, before returning with a wand. "How about you give this one a try?" Harry took it and gave it a wave, setting the counter on fire. After a quick swish of his wand, Ollivander took the wand back. "Perhaps not." He went to pick another wand, which also didn't work properly, this time smashing the window of the shop. The trend continued for another seven wands before Ollivander came back with another wand.

Harry grasped the wand in his hand and immediately knew. This was the wand for him. Ollivander looked curiously at Harry as he charged him for the wand, but said nothing, other than telling him what his wand was made of.

Authors note: I'm sorry this took me so long to write. I'm going to try to get better at it, but I have literally procrastinated at breathing before, so I can't promise anything. Another thing, I no longer have access to the email I used to set up this account, so I don't get notified if you leave reviews, so if I don't get back to you on something you mention in one, I'm sorry, but that's why.