Chapter 2: Grimmauld Place

Disclaimer: Same as before. I'm fact, consider the first disclaimer for all of the following chapters.

A/N: This one's also kind of short. I'm hoping to get to the good stuff in the next one. I don't know if updates will be this close together in the future, I just want to get this story more stable. Thanks for reading!

Remus stared down at the boy in the bed. They were in one of the spare bedrooms in Grimmauld Place. The boy was still unconcious. Remus had took to thinking of him as simply the boy since he could no longer really call him Greyback, they seemed like two different people. But were they? When he did wake up, would he remember his life after being twelve? He punched the bridge of his nose, a habit he had to help him think. Sirius came in with a cup of tea which Remus greatly appreciated. "So." Sirius said.

"So."

"So, what are we gonna do when he wakes up?"

Remus sighed. "I have no idea." Just then there was a bang of Walburga Black's shrieks coming from downstairs. Sirius threw his hands up in exasperation while Remus set down his tea and the two sprinted down the stairs and shut Mrs. Black's curtains. They both turned to see Dumbledore standing in the doorway. Behind him were Moody and Snape.

"Where is young Fenrir?" Dumbledore asked softly. It sounded so foreign and strange to Remus to talk about this man as if he were a child. Then again, he had to remind himself that he was.

"U-upstairs." Sirius stuttered, clearly also taken aback by the casual use of Greyback's first name. Then Sirius's gaze hardened. "What is Snivellus doing here?" he sneered.

"I, Black, am here because I, unlike you, am a useful member of the Order." Snape glared and Sirius glared back. Moody broke the tension.

"Well, come on then, we musn't leave him alone. Constant vigilance!" Everyone trapped up to the room in which the boy was staying in. Dumbledore walked calmly to the bed.

"Shame." He said after a while. "What he became, I mean. He was such a bright boy." Remus and Sirius glanced at each other, astonished.

"You knew him?" Remus choked out in surprise.

"Of course. He was one of my best students." Moody cleared his throat.

"Lupin," he started. "Is there any way that you can tell if he has lycanthropy?" Remus had never even thought of the idea of Greyback not being a werewolf. He nodded and stepped a bit closer to the bed. He was never very good with his acute sense of smell but he closed his eyes and focused. And sighed. He could detect a faint trace of wolf lingering around him.

"Yes." Remus said. "Yes, he has it."

"I see." Snape said. "I suppose I should then start brewing some more Wolfsbane for the upcoming full moon."

Dumbledore agreed and as they began walking out, he said, "Remus, I think it best of you and Sirius watch over him. Owl when he wakes up and tell us whether or not he remembers his future self. And you may want to contact Mr. Lyall Lupin." Remus stopped in his tracks.

"My father?" He gasped. Dumbledore smiled.

"Yes, he would have the most experience with a werewolf child." And with that, the trio were gone, leaving Remus and Sirius standing alone in Grimmauld Place.

"Your father?" Sirius's eyebrows quirked. Sirius had only met his father once and it was very briefly on Platform 9 and 3/4. Remus remembered the day vividly. It was Christmas break of second year when he had been forced to make hasty introductions of his friends to his parents. He then later had to admit on the car ride home that they knew about his condition. Remus knew that his father had been worried about his son's friends perhaps reporting him but it never did happen. Still, Remus's friends had always been a sore topic between them for years to come. It had been months since Remus had been spoken to his father now anyhow, certainly not since moving to Grimmauld Place. And he wasn't exactly sure how his father would react to young Greyback but then again, he did miss him. And so that was what drove him to owl Lyall Lupin with an urgent message to come immediately to Grimmauld Place, London.

It was mid afternoon when Lyall got the letter. He was astounded to hear from his son and even more to hear of the predicament they had gotten into. A young Greyback? The thought both intrigued and terrified him. Lyall of course went straight away to the street of Grimmauld Place in London to help, all the while think back to the fateful words he had said in the Ministry that had caused Greyback inflict so much on his son, his boy, his poor Remus who had nothing to do with those words. Souless, evil, deserving nothing but death. That is what he had called Greyback, called all werewolves causing his immediate excision from that trial. Would Greyback remember what he had said to him? Of all the times Lyall wished he could have taken those words back, he wished it especially now. He wanted to get there as quickly as possible so he Apparated despite the ache he now felt in his bones every time he did it, he was reaching a very old age. When he reached the street, he saw Remus waiting for him nervously. He stood between houses 11 and 13. Odd that there was no 12. Lyall jogged to meet his son, ignoring the creaking in his legs. "Which house?" Lyall wheezed. After hugging his son, of course it had been months. In answer, Remus handed a piece of parchment to Lyall to read. Curiously, he looked down. I'm swooping handwriting that could be easily recognized as Dumbledore's, it said,

The address to the Order of the Phoenix is 12 Grimmauld Place.

After Lyall read it he looked skeptively. But that look soon turned to surprise aww as he saw a house appear between 11 and 13. 12 Grimmauld Place. Remus took the parchment from Lyall and used his wand to burst it into flames. Then they quietly entered the house. "Don't wake Walburga." Remus warned.

"Who's Walbur-" was as much as Lyall got out before tripping over an umbrella stand and causing a painting of an ugly woman on the wall begin shrieking incessantly about 'filthy half-breeds' in the 'home of her fathers'. A man with long raven hair tore down the stairs, swearing loudly before forcing the curtains shut. He then turned to see Lyall.

"Sorry about my mother." The man said. "Hello, Mr. Lupin. Perhaps you remember me? I'm Sirius Black." Sirius had certainly changed much from the obviously arrogant second year in the platform during Christmas. Though Azkaban had definitely taken its toll, he had grown very handsome as he came into his manhood. Suddenly, a muttering voice came down the steps. It turned out to be a house elf. "Oh and here is the blood traitor with his blood traitor friends and whatever would Kreacher's mistress say?"

"Kreacher!" Sirius was quite suddenly stern with the house elf. Kreacher however bowed so low that his nose brushed the floor.

"Aaaahh, Master Sirius!"

"What do you want?"

"Kreacher just thought that Master should know that the half-breed is waking up."

A/N: So this chapter didn't go how I thought it would but I liked how it turned out. The next one should come soon since I'm super excited for it. Please don't forget to review!