A/N: So the day after I put this up I went to check on it and was like:

o.O Where the hell did you all come from?

Thank you so much for the kind reviews! They really made my day. I apologize to my facebook followers who have been waiting for this next chapter FOREVER. I actually allowed my dad to read the first chapter ((once it starts getting really yaoi-ish he will not be reading anymore)) and he told me, and I quote, to "sit my ass down and write up another chapter". So I finally got the time to put it up! He's also lengthened my 'computer time' so I will be able to update this story more often. Gotta love your dad XD

Chapter 2: Conversations and Realizations

Remus Lupin was bone tired, sore, and overall hungry. He was sent off by Dumbledore to try to make peace with the wolf packs near Hogwarts in preparation for the war that was brewing. The Light needed to make sure that there were no loose ends. Any ally that they could convert to their 'cause' should be converted. Every possible stone should be upturned. Remus, being the only were-wolf member of the Order, was the perfect candidate for this conversion. It wasn't easy.. No, it never was easy for them, but he'd tried.

Immediately upon his return, he Floo-ed to the Headmaster's office.

"Remus, wonderful to see you," Dumbledore said, sitting in his office as though he'd been waiting for him all along. "Would you like a lemon drop?" he asked as soon as Remus had settled. He respectfully declined, just as he had done since he was a student at Hogwarts. "I trust that you've done as I've asked," his blue eyes twinkled in the way that they always did. Remus, as well as a few other Order members, had begun to find it irritating.

"Yes, Headmaster," he began. "There are eight wolf packs in the Great Britain area. Each pack needs a wide range of land and don't take well to wolves that aren't part of their pack in their land," he explained this at the raise of Dumbledore's eyebrow. He was pretty sure that the man was going to ask why there were so few in the area. This wasn't the first time -and probably not the last- that Remus had explained the mechanics of a Pack to him. Dumbledore made a motion for him to continue.

"One of them is already on our side, no questions asked. Three have sided with Voldemort and the rest are neutral," Remus watched the Headmaster's expression as he explained what he'd learnt. The twinkle in his eye seemed to become more intense when he talked about the Packs that sided with the Dark. That did not bode well.

"And why, may I ask, have those three sided with Voldemort?" Dumbledore asked. His voice changed from that happy-go-lucky manner to as hard as ice.

Remus sighed; he'd been through with him already. "He's promised them freedom in a new world," he said simply. "something the Light has yet to do,"

"I've already told you, Remus," Dumbledore sounded as though he was talking to a first year. "money is no object-"

"Excuse me for being frank, Headmaster, but no one, were-wolf or otherwise, will fight in this war for money," Remus interrupted him. "They want to be assured that in a world without Voldemort, they will have rein to do what other normal beings do. They don't want to be classified in the Ministry's Dangerous Creatures sect. They want to be able to apply for a job without having to supply the fact that they are a were-wolf and immediately get rejected," This conversation was getting far too close to home.

Dumbledore tapped a finger on his chin. "This isn't acceptable," he said firmly. "We might as well give the house elves a seat in the Ministry. No, the new world has got to have order," he seemed to be talking to himself, but Remus was a little more than insulted. For Dumbledore to compare Lycanthropes to house elves was degrading indeed. What about those children who were born with the disease and wanted to live a normal life? Then there were those who embraced their Lycanthropy were categorized as animals with the rest of them.

"What are you saying, Dumbledore? That you won't even think about it?" he tried hard to make sure that none of his disgust was voiced but he was pretty sure that his tone wasn't calm enough. The twinkle in Dumbledore's eyes was really starting to irk him.

"I will think about this," he said, though his tone said that it had already been thought about. And the answer was no. "Nothing more I presume?"

Remus gaped at the Headmaster in disbelief. There really was no way he was acting like this right now.. was there? "No, that was all," he didn't even mention that the two neutral Packs had made an offer, he was too heated to.

"Good," Dumbledore replied, his eyes resuming its twinkly nature. "Do go home and rest now, Remus. You look so tired," with that he was escorted to the Floo and back to Grimmauld Place.

Since Sirius' absence (because he never used the word death.. it was too painful) the house seemed even more desolate and creepy. Walburga Black yelled unseemly things at him from her portrait upon entering.

"It's a good thing too that that son of mine is dead," she exclaimed, for probably the hundredth time since he'd lived there. "Bella is such a good Black, following in the foot-steps of the rest of our family. Sirius, that no good Muggle loving traitor -"

"Shut up, woman!" Remus yelled at her, getting irritated with her at once. His temper was already as short as it could be, she was crossing a line.

"Don't speak to me in that tone, you filthy creature!" she screeched, her voice becoming more shrill with each word. "It's bad enough that the Light has set up their Headquarters in my manor. Now I have you.." she trailed off, her face knotting in disgust. "You inhuman little -" Remus cast a strong silencing charm on her portrait, along with a cloaking charm. He didn't want to see or hear her for a long time.

He collapsed on to a couch, his exhaustion finally catching up with him. He was content with taking a very long nap. Beginning to do so, he was interrupted when there was a loud tapping on the side window. Groaning, Remus got back on his aching feet to open it.

The smile that lit his face when he realized the owl was Hedwig slowly faded when he saw how flustered she was.

"What's wrong, girl?" he asked as she nipped him in agitation; he then noticed the letter in her beak. "Ahh, a letter for me?" he took it from her and went into the kitchen to get her a few treats and some water. With her set, he sat down to read the letter. His elation at receiving a letter from Harry turned to mortification by the time he finished reading.

I don't know who I chose to send this to but this letter is of the upmost importance,

I'm in danger. My 'loving relatives', as Dumbledore has probably put it, are not lovely in the slightest sense of the word. Since I could remember I've been treated as a freak, a disease in the family that needed to be isolated and ignored. When I got my Hogwart's letter it started getting worse.

I've asked Dumbledore several times, if I could live with someone else during the summer, or even live on my own, but he always has says that I need to stay there because of the Blood Protection bull that my mother used to save me from Voldemort. I had Hermione look up Blood Protections and we're both pretty sure that you have to be loved and cared for to have it work. I have neither of those.

Again, whoever receives this letter is someone I trust dearly, even more than Dumbledore.

I'm usually the last one to say this, but I need help. I can't live in this hell hole anymore.

Harry

Remus stared at the letter in his hand in shock and utter horror. His cub was being ignored? Treated like a freak? No one had the right to do that. And it was coming from his "devoted relatives" as Dumbledore put it; that was just sickening!

Dumbledore knew and didn't do anything? That along with the conversation he had just had with the Headmaster just twisted his opinion on the man.

Then a wave of guilt crushed over him. He'd known Harry for three years and the boy never said anything to him. Yes, the times he'd seen him he did think the boy looked a bit peekish and didn't eat as much as he should for a boy his age, but he didn't think he'd been abused! He should have known, he was technically his guardian after all. Merlin why hadn't he known?

He quickly apparated away to Privet Drive with a purpose. Screw the Muggles he was going to get his cub to safety.

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