A/N: I guess for the rest of the fic it'll be short chapters, hopefully not overly short, but i'll try my best to make them as long as possible. I admit bits and pieces here might not be up to grade but for some reason I found this chapter hard to write... I guess my muse isn't working properly. Maybe I should see someone for this problem? .
Summary: Remus has always been percieved as a gentle man... what if that was partially true? As an Alpha Male Remus must find his mate and begin a 'litter' of his own. But Remus, for a long while now, has surpressed that urge for whatever reason. Now what would happen if he no longer had anything holding him back from claiming what was rightfully his? Many strange things are afoot and what would happen to one Harry Potter?
Remus yawned, he was dead tired and his body ached; it always did early the morning before the fool moon.
"You're getting old Moony." Joked Sirius as he waltzed into the bedroom. He flicked his wand and the curtains parted, sunshine bathed the room much to the annoyance of Remus who growled.
"Come on Moony! Up, up, up!" Sirius pulled off the blankets.
"Do you have a death wish?" Remus grumbled as he buried his head under his pillow.
"Not any time soon – here, you have to drink this poison that Greasy Git sent you."
More grumbling.
"Moony!"
"Fine! Why are you so cheerful this morning?" asked Remus as he snatched away the goblet.
Sirius smiled. "Harry's birthday is today. He can finally be taken away from those muggle's and Molly is throwing a party."
Remus sniffed his potion; it had a less sour scent. "I don't think I can make it."
"Why not?" Sirius asked bewildered.
Remus blushed slightly. "I won't be able to control the wolf this close to the full moon."
"Oh" Sirius frowned. "I'll tell him you're not feeling well – he'll understand." Sirius smiled. "Now cheer up grandpa."
"You'll pay for that Padfoot – just you wait."
Remus managed 2 gulps before he had to hand the goblet back as he coughed with tears streaming down his face.
Sirius leaned in, thumping his friend on the back. "Are you all right?
"Po – poison!"
"Nonsense. Snape may be a bastard but he wouldn't poison you; he'll strangle you with his bare hands." Sirius tried to joke as he rubbed his best mates back.
Pinching his nose, Remus sneezed, he felt a bit better. "Then you try it you git."
"Fine!" Sirius managed one gulp before he reacted the same way but with Remus laughing
The bandana was wrapped around his eyes with the triangle flap covering the lower half of his face. The hardwood floor quickly gave way to a step then grass. "I hope you're not leading me to the edge of a cliff?" Harry was a bit nervous.
"Wouldn't want to do Voldemort any favors." Bill Weasley joked lightly with a gentle squeeze to the tense shoulders.
Harry sighed dramatically. "No, we wouldn't." Before you know it the blindfold was removed, there were screams of Happy Birthday's, singing, and then the party.
The music blared from unknown places, food was in abundance, drinks were passed around, and games were played. Presents were passed half an hour from midnight, which Harry found strange because weren't cake normally before gifts?
Finally, it was nearly time to blow out the candles of the cake, except right after the out-of-tune Birthday Song. The Birthday Cake was carried out by both Hermione and Ron who wore anxious faces. Harry didn't quite understand why he had to wait until now and why his friends didn't levitate the obvious heavy platter?
As the mass of white and dark chocolate topped with sweets was placed before him, his brow crinkled together in confusion. Atop the center of the cake was a single… candle, but it looked more like a muggle sparkler.
Everyone was looking at him expectantly with anxious expressions. Did the Weasley twins use one of their gags on the cake?
"Now Harry," Arthur Weasley began, "Before you blow out your candle you must think clearly of what you wish for."
"5… 4…" the room counted along with the dong coming from somewhere. Not understanding completely what was going on he just blamed it on his lack of Wizard Knowledge. "3… 2… 1!"
Harry closed his eyes, inhaled as he thought of the perfect wish, and exhaled. As the sparkling candle extinguished, Harry promptly felt a bit sluggish but he blamed it on the drinks he tried and the late hour.
Opening his eyes he smiled, the cheering around him grew a tad louder before a pop in his ears had the room going silent. He could hear his own heart pumping and the odd way he breathed. A hand ruffled his hair and it sounded like someone was scratching against sandpaper in his head.
A dull ache started behind his eyes so he closed them. Moving a hand to the bridge of his nose, he didn't take notice to the sudden quietness of the occupants of the room. Some watched on with amusement, curiousness and only one remained calmed and watchful of the young man.
Dumbledore heard Harry's breath hitch, he watched as the young teen sag in his seat and narrowed his eyes when the scar on Harry's forehead disappeared.
Deep in the dungeons of Hogwarts, Severus Snape was showering. He couldn't sleep and a nagging feeling was also keeping him awake.
Rinsing the shampoo from his hair he was overwhelmed with pain; he sunk to the floor clutching at his arm where the Dark Mark burned, as if it were trying to suck away at his magic, trying to kill him.
...TBC...
A/N: A cookie for anyone who can tell me what happened, or what's going to happen, or whatever! It should be easy to guess... i think. .
