Harry had been able to dig up a little on werewolves in America from Remus' research and what little had been available indicated that all across the Smoky Mountains were various packs. He figured that would be his best bet and he once he got there, he would follow where his wolf would take him.
When he landed in America, it was like entering a new world, a life of someone else. Here, no one knew his name, no one recognized him. It was liberating. And with Teddy, he began to believe that he could begin a proper life. Knowing he wasn't on a strict time frame, he did some sightseeing and took Teddy to all the famous monuments in New York. His godson was too young to understand but he wanted more for him, more than he had been given and he knew if Remus and Tonks were still alive, they would gladly agree.
The pull was so strong, he found himself subconsciously moving south in his human form.
He had made the right decision coming here.
He followed the pull south, renting a car to take the two on their road trip. Sirius had taken him out and taught him how to drive when he was 15. Remus had done the same the next year.
Teddy is a lot of work but he enjoys it. Maybe not the blow out diapers and the crying that lasts forever but he is making a difference. Teddy has someone to care for him and he would gladly take as many sleepless nights as possible to ensure Teddy's happiness. It was buying and making formula, changing diapers, calling Kreature and Hermione anytime he thought something wrong with the two-month-old. It was walking Teddy for hours in circles just to get him to stop crying. Luckily, he had been given a book for new mothers on the most common spells needed for infants and children by Hermione. When he wasn't taking care of Teddy, driving, or sleeping, he was reading this book and learning how to work his new mobile. It was something Hermione thought useful and she had shown him how to call, text, and take pictures. At the moment, he was going through parenting apps and also a tracking app he had found to map out everywhere he stopped, trying to see if he could predict where his wolf was taking him.
This cycle went on for a month, where it seemed like he was just missing the pack that seemed to be constantly moving.
It was at the full moon when he knew his instincts would be at their strongest that he had the best shot of finding the pack. He had Kreature come and watch Teddy for the night as he transformed and took off into the wilderness, howling to the cloud-covered moon.
His wolf senses it, taking off at great speed, paws smashing into the moist dirt as the fear of losing his pack increases. Nose in the air, he catches the scent, breath coming out in pants as he pushes his hind legs harder, willing his muscles to work harder than they ever have before.
And when he comes into the clearing his instincts had been pulling him to, he is finally able to lay eyes on what has been calling to him. Only, it is not a pack but a single man who smells like family, who feels like Alpha, whose power is readily sensed.
The wolf whines, pawing at the ground and taking tentative steps forward in a crouched position. The second their eyes meet, the wolf submits and bears his belly, a declaration that the man in front of him was his alpha and leader.
Klaus senses a wolf coming towards him. Just because he doesn't shift on full moons, doesn't mean he doesn't feel his wolf more keenly this night. He gazes at the dark brown, almost black wolf with green eyes as it comes near him in a submissive crouch. His eyes widen and a smirk crosses his face as the wolf submits to him freely, whining and showing his belly. It seems other werewolves can sense his power. He had yet to run into another werewolf back during a full moon and wonders if this was just a lone wolf looking for a pack.
There is something about him though, something that is different: his smell. He feels a noticeable pull, something he had felt but had ignored since his transition a few months ago.
"Little Wolf."
He lets himself shift for a second time. Allowing the anger at his recent failures to be released, the failure of his attempt to rekindle his relationship with Stefan, and just releases himself into his wolf. He walks forward, tail high as he inspects the young one in front of him.
The foreign wolf jumps up and paws at him like he wants to play. Klaus growls, pawing the pup away because the wolf is still a pup to him, can tell he is not full grown. The wolf playfully growls at him and pounces. Klaus has him pinned, mouth around his throat in a dominating gesture. And that is when he finally smells it, smells what had made this wolf so different.
This wolf is his.
His wolf takes complete control and the pup under him is nuzzled and groomed and they spend the rest of the night running through the Smoky Mountains, playing.
Klaus wakes up in the morning feeling free and unhindered, reminiscent of his first full moon. His joy is short-lived as he remembers what his wolf had discovered: his child.
And the little wolf is next to him, still asleep and still so small. He takes a moment to study the boy who couldn't be more than 20. His dark brown hair, not so dissimilar to his own but the curls in it were definitely his. His cheeks and nose, he could already picture the dimples he would have when he smiled. The dead giveaway – the undeniable proof – was his smell. He smelled of family. But the question was how? How was this boy here? Alive? Klaus could not have children, he was a vampire, unable to sire anything but other vampires.
He positioned himself across from the boy, arm resting on his bent knee, unbothered by his nakedness.
The boy began to shift, evidence that he was waking. He had seemed comfortable as a wolf so last night wasn't his first full moon which begged the question of how long he had been a wolf?
Harry ached like he did after every transformation but he felt complete. For the first time since he turned, he felt whole. The pulling sensation was gone and his magic was singing. He remembered last night, he had found his pack only it was not so much a pack but a single person…his father.
He had found his father in the middle of the Smokey Mountains and they had run and played all night.
Harry pulled himself from the decaying leaves, pulling a few stuck in his wild hair. They had connected quickly last night but could they do the same as themselves? He knew there was a difference between werewolf connections and human connections. With Remus, he had already known the man as a human and his wolf had recognized that in their initial meeting. Would he feel the connection when they introduced themselves?
Squinting up at the tree line, he saw that it was mid-morning, probably close to 10 o'clock. He would have to make this fast so he could get back to Teddy.
"You are my son, yet I haven't the faintest idea how you came to be." The smooth voice drew his attention to the man sitting a few meters from him. The noticeable English accent gaining his attention but he heard the demand for answers and Harry felt himself move to answer, having rehearsed this for days.
"Ever since I turned, I've had this pull to find my pack…to find you." His eyes roamed the man in front of him, his father, taking in every detail he could. The short, dark blond hair almost brown, his eyes a mixture of blue/green depending on how the rays of sun hit them. And he was young, he looked too young to have a 17-year-old son.
Klaus barely restrained himself from rolling his eyes. That was obvious if the last few hours were anything to go by. "Yes, but how are you here? How did you come to be?" he demanded once again, agitation seeping into his voice. He was not known for his patience.
Harry didn't understand the question. How did he come to be? The man, his father, had to know he slept with his mother.
"My mum was Lily Evans. She was from the Midlands." Harry wasn't really expecting the man to remember a one night stand from almost two decades ago. He wasn't holding out hope especially if he had spent most of his life in England. With his luck, his father had probably lived in the Midlands and knew lots of pretty women.
Klaus thought back to the time he had spent in England in the '90s. There wasn't anything memorable about that time except for that…the witch, Lily Potter. He had been enraptured with her power and beauty and had seduced her to his bed. She had fled before he had woken. She's been a beauty he had been angered to lose.
Harry saw the recognition enter his father's eyes before they hardened, lips turning tight as anger took over his features.
Klaus didn't know what his purpose was here, if it was to kill him, to take revenge for defiling his mother. He had the boy pinned to the tree by his throat, growling at him to state his business. It was too much of a coincidence, him showing up after he has spent the summer hunting down werewolves to turn into hybrids.
Harry struggled to breathe, kicking out his feet and scratching at the pale hands around his throat, willing forth his magic to blast his father back. This wasn't how he thought their meeting would go. His heart was about ready to beat out of his chest, trying to keep the fear and betrayal off his face. It had been a fool's dream, that he would be accepted by his remaining family.
Klaus stared at his son with wide eyes, a smidge of fear entering them, "You have magic."
His son not only inherited his wolf but his mother's magic as well. That was unheard of! Witches could not be anything but witches. They lost their magic when turned into vampires, a creature that went against nature, and they were either one or the other if their parents were a witch and werewolf. Was his family's magical history the cause of the magic manifesting? Ester's magic mixing with Lily's?
"Of course I have magic," he said, matter of factly. Harry was wary of his father now after his sudden attack. Now that there was distance between them, he conjured clothes, a spell he had learned after his first transformation. If he had to apparate away, he would rather be clothed than end up naked in public.
He hadn't thought the man would hurt him, not after everything that had happened a few hours before. But he was dangerous. He had seen the eyes shift and the veins appear. His father wasn't all werewolf. He had no idea what he had just gotten himself into and wondered if he had made the right call in seeking out the man who he still didn't know the name of.