Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not have a brilliant or imaginative enough mind world to think of a whole new world.

Chapter 2

Hermione looked so happy to see him; she didn't notice that when she and Ron arrived he had sneezed very violently. Neither, though this was less shocking, had Ron. The smell, that he knew, subconsciously, meant pack, had been so strong from both of them …. But he knew that he'd get used to it.

"Look," he said, after Hermione's rather tearful rant that she was so glad he was OK had finished. "You know that when I was kidnapped, Remus was kidnapped with me."

They both nodded. Hermione looked bewildered, but Ron was obviously not trying to work out what Harry was trying to say and was just waiting for him to say it. Maybe, from experience, he'd learned that it was pretty much impossible to guess what Harry was thinking.

"We … we were stored in the same room and the full moon was two days before we were rescued. I'm … I'm a werewolf too."

Both stared at him. Harry didn't know what to do. He'd had to tell them, he couldn't hide it from them. They were his pack, whether they knew it or not. Whether they would accept him or not. But they'd accepted Remus, hadn't they? And they'd accepted that he was a parseltongue and everything. They had to accept him. Please say they'd accept him.

Hermione was the first to react. Big, fat tears began to drip down her face. "Oh Harry. You poor, poor thing. Oh Harry!" And on that note she flung her arms around him and continued sobbing into his neck. Harry turned to Ron.

"Well, are you leaving or what?"

Ron looked at Harry like he was insane. "Are you crazy? Why, in Merlin's name, would we leave you now? You're still the same person; you're just a bit … hairy once a month. I mean, come on, it's like Remus. He's still a good person, ain't he?"

Harry didn't think he'd ever hugged Ron before. He practically leapt out of bed and grabbed both of his friends into a hug Mrs Weasley would be proud of. When they all broke apart, Ron had gone the famous Weasley red and Harry could feel his own face heating up to match it. Hermione's sniffles had finally ceased and Harry noticed something that he hadn't noticed in the same way before.

He'd known since at least the Yule Ball that his two friends had a thing for one another. How could he not? But now … He remembered reading somewhere about a werewolf who claimed that when two people fancied each other, they released pheromones to try and attract the other and that he could sense them and who they were meant for. And he had a feeling that something similar was happening here.

What looked like very faint red glimmers appeared to be hanging in the air from Ron to Hermione, and similar ones in gold were returned from the Gryffindor bookworm. It was beyond bizarre. However, when he suddenly realised that the colours were in fact the Gryffindor colours, he couldn't help but snort with laughter. It was so typical.

After managing to fend his friends off from the reason for his laughter, he told them that he had something else to tell them.

"Professor Dumbledore and Remus have found a way for me to get used to being a werewolf and all the changes it brings, without being in constant danger from Voldemort. I'm going back in time to my parent's time. Dumbledore has taken off the transfiguration that he did to show me what I will look like. I'll be in their year at school and I'll get to see Sirius again. I'll miss you."

Both of his friends stared at him in amazement. He supposed that it was a lot to take in. A second later, they were all hugging again. He didn't know who'd instated the hug and he didn't care.

"I'll ask Dumbledore if he has a way for us to communicate while I'm there. I hope there is. I don't know what I'd do without you."

After a couple more hours of conversation on anything and everything, the pair were forced to leave and Harry was left alone again.

They visited a few times, and Harry was very grateful for their company. However, on the day that Harry was due to leave, someone else came to visit him.

Remus wasn't looking directly at Harry, and Harry could feel the waves of nerves and guilt that the last true Marauder was emitting. He could smell the pack smell again and also feel that this man was a fellow werewolf. Not that he didn't know that before.

He knew that Remus felt guilty for turning him into a werewolf. He knew that had always been Remus' greatest fear, apart from killing anyone during the full moon. But he'd told Remus again and again that he still trusted him and loved him like a father when they were kidnapped. He'd never told Sirius he loved him and Sirius was dead and damn it Harry was not going to spend more time regretting that he'd never told someone that he loved them.

Standing up, he pulled Remus into a hug, to prove that he still cared about him, loved him and forgave him, though he didn't really feel that there was anything to forgive. Remus looked up and smiled, before taking a seat next to him on the hospital bed.

"So…we're going back in time, huh."

"What?" Harry asked, bewildered. "What do you mean 'we'?"

Remus looked just as bewildered. "Didn't Albus tell you that I'll be going as your father and Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?"

"No," Harry replied, curious as to why he had not been informed.

"Well, I will be," Remus replied, obviously unsure as to what was going on. "We'll be leaving at midnight tonight. Severus is going to send us Wolfsbane in a magical box that will transfer it through time."

Harry had an idea. "Hey, Remus. Could I use something like that to send letters to Ron and Hermione?"

Remus looked unsure, but agreed, saying he would talk it over with Albus at the earliest opportunity. After that, their conversation turned to more mundane topics, such as the weather and Harry's well-being. By the time he left, it was eleven in the evening and Remus needed to pack.

Before Harry knew it, it was time for the spell. Gripping onto the box that he could use for sending letters to his friends and his trunk, Hedwig's cage, with the owl in it, balanced on top, and Remus next to him, looking so similar to the transfigured appearance he had been given. He hoped that he would get used to it soon, and stop jumping out of his skin every time he saw his reflection.

He saw Dumbledore in front of him raise his wand and yell something that he could not make out as the air rushed around him and the world became a massive blur and he … just … couldn't … move. And then, suddenly, he was standing outside Diagon Alley.


A/N: Sorry I took so long to update, I was trying to post this story on Mugglenet as well, but they wouldn't accept it because, and I quote, "This story seems to have canon issues. Since when is Harry Remus(forward slash)'s son? Since when does becoming a werewolf change your appearance and make you tan? Remus has always been discribed as sickly and pale from his condition." God, they won't accept it because they misunderstood a couple of point. The other story I tried to upload was also not accepted because of a couple of grammar mistakes (Look at the email fragment. I mean, come on) and the fact that one of my characters came across as a bit of a Mary-Sue. They took forever to get it looked at, and I didn't want to update one before the other, or something of the kind. Whatever. Please review.