The quarters that Albus had granted him were actually quite good. It was on the fifth floor of the castle and there was a common room which was the room that someone walked into first. The common room looked over the lake and allowed the sun to come in the afternoon. Then came a kitchen, a bedroom, a room for his desk and materials and then there was a strange door that wouldn't open in the common room. It was just there and when he tried to open it, it wouldn't budge.

The odd bit about the door was that it smelled like a wolf, or to be more specific, it smelled like a werewolf. One that hadn't been back in a long, long time. Harry would have to ask Dumbledore about that.

Harry was finishing his morning routine in his quarters the next day on the fifth floor of Hogwarts when there was a knock on the door. He padded over and opened it to see Remus on the other side. He lifted an eyebrow expectantly.

"What is it?"

"I... I thought it would be better if Severus talked to you today," Remus tentatively replied, scratching his neck. "He wouldn't tell me what the matter was other than he was bitten by Fenrir just before he escaped. He also fell asleep right as I left to go find you."

"Oh," Harry remarked, straightening from putting his clothes into the closet. "That's... well. I suppose it would be better for me. I'll go talk to him."

"Thank you," Remus murmured, stepping aside for Harry to come out to the hall.

"Of course," Harry replied, setting off to the infirmary and the third floor. "So he was bitten, huh?"

"Apparently," Remus stated. "Though, he doesn't smell like a werewolf like you obviously do."

Harry turned to glance at him questioningly. "If you had been taking wolfsbane, then your senses can't be that good."

"No, they weren't," Remus confessed. "But now, since I've been off of it for a month, they've started to increase."

"Has it been manageable?" Harry asked, as they took the stairs down to the fourth floor then waited until the stairs were in alignment to go down to the third floor.

"Well enough," Remus replied, walking alongside Harry. Though his wolf was yelling at him to walk just a couple of steps behind the alpha and his human side remembered that Harry had said that he didn't have to do that kind of thing with him.

"Okay, but if you have any questions, then feel free to come ask," Harry stated as the both of them landed on the fourth floor. However, when they arrived on the floor, Harry realized that he could hear screaming.

"You said he was asleep when you left?" Harry confirmed, already starting to run to the infirmary door. Remus ran right alongside him, having heard the same.

"Yeah, I did. He must have woken up."

Harry opened the door and walked right in. Madam Pomfrey was standing a good few feet away from one of the far corners of the infirmary. Dumbledore was in the infirmary too, staring in the direction that Poppy was looking at. Albus turned to look at Harry and Remus and sighed in relief.

"Harry, good, you're here," Albus called to them. "He won't let anyone near him. His instinctual magic is not letting anyone get near him. I thought you being an alpha would be able to get close."

Harry took one look at Severus, who was sitting slumped in the far corner, radiating fear and desperation and padded over to him. He waved off Albus, Remus, and Poppy and knelt a few inches away from his former potions professor. He had lost most, if not all, the animosity that he had held for the man around year 5 in the alternate dimension. Harry dimly heard Remus telling Poppy that they had another werewolf in their employ.

"Severus?" Harry murmured, looking the new werewolf over. The other man had apparently moved far too quickly for his not-at-all fully healed body and the bandages over his body were leaking blood. The professor must have been bitten just before he escaped as his healing was not at the speed of a normal werewolf yet. Harry could smell the faint odor of dried blood and other liquids that had been on his body just yesterday and he wrinkled his nose. He could also smell a wildness to the professor that hadn't been there before Harry had left, which indicated that yes, Severus had been bitten by a werewolf. Though it wasn't like Remus would have lied about that.

"No, no more," Severus whispered hoarsely, not looking any of them in the eyes. Harry could see that sweat and tears were racing down his cheeks.

"Shhh," Harry murmured. "No one's going to hurt you here. You're safe. You're at Hogwarts."

Harry crawled closer and stopped when Severus attempted to shuffle backwards only to find that he was up against the wall already. The professor's breathing picked up few paces and Harry sighed when Severus began to hyperventilate.

"You are safe here, Severus," Harry repeated, moving to slowly, cautiously, reach out a hand to grasp Severus' right shoulder. He could feel shudders going through the other man and the warmth that was already coming off of him. It would be abnormal and almost dangerous for a human but for werewolves, it was the normal temperature.

"Breathe, you're okay. Shhh," Harry whispered. "I'm not going to hurt you."

However, as soon as Harry touched the man, Severus stilled and began to whimper. Or what would pass for a whimper had his throat and vocal cords not been utterly abused. Harry started to rub soothing circles on the other man's shoulder and slid his arm around his back, stroking up and down the professor's spine.

"Easy," Harry murmured. "I'm not a threat to you."

"Would you allow me to pick you up?" Harry asked quietly after a beat. "Only, you moved too quickly just now and your wounds have started to bleed again."

Severus gave a slight nod and gradually relaxed into Harry's outstretched arms. He gently pulled him into his arms and stood up slowly, feeling Severus curl into his chest. Harry walked with him over to the bed that Poppy directed him to and lowered the man onto the bed, summoning a chair to sit next to it. When he felt a hand grasp his shirt tightly, he covered it with his own.

"Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere," Harry whispered, reaching out a hand to smooth the man's sweat-soaked hair back from his forehead. "Sleep; you'll feel better in a while."

Harry added a little alpha power to the order, knowing that the change would take a little while longer. And if the professor was asleep for it, all the better.

He watched and listened as Severus' breathing eventually evened out and grew deeper; his shudders finally stopped and his body relaxed into sleep. Then he stood up, seeing that Albus, Remus, and Poppy were staring at him with wide eyes.

"What was that?" Remus exclaimed, keeping his voice low to not wake Severus up. Poppy shook her head and went to heal the injuries that Severus had irritated in his brief panic.

"That was me being a better alpha than Fenrir Greyback," Harry replied, walking over to them. He cast a silencing charm around the four of them so Severus would be able to sleep uninterrupted. "So do we know whether he escaped or was he 'let go' to show an example?"

Albus looked over at their potion's professor then glanced back at Harry. "We don't. We weren't able to get anything out of Severus last night."

Harry glared at Albus. "You tried to ask him about his ordeal last night? When you found him? Are you mad? You could have waited a couple hours or a whole day, at the very least!"

Poppy turned from the bed and nodded at Harry in agreement. "I told him not to but would he listen to me? No."

Albus looked away for a second then looked back at them. "I should have known better but I was admittedly curious."

Harry narrowed his eyes and sighed. "Well, if we ever find another tortured and abused person or werewolf on school grounds, you'll allow someone else to scoop them up."

"I will agree to that. I take it you will spend the morning here then?" Albus asked, gesturing toward the professor.

"Yes, he'll be rather disoriented at first," Harry replied. "I certainly was, when I had first been bitten. And, he doesn't have an alpha to look after him either."

"I suppose I'll take the morning and create a syllabus for my class while he's sleeping the change off," Harry muttered. "And then wait for the inevitable blow up from him about being helped by the child of his arch-nemesis."

Remus chuckled. "Will you need me for anything?"

"No, it's better if there are no other werewolves except a friendly alpha in the room when he comes to next," Harry commented. "That way, he won't be inclined to panic again."

"And besides, isn't Sirius's trial at 11?" Harry added a second later.

"Oh, right, it is," Remus realized then looked at the clock over on the wall across from them. "Albus, you said that you were going to come to the trial?"

"Yes, and I still mean to come along," Albus replied, starting to head out of the infirmary.

"You sure you don't need me for anything?" Remus asked one last time.

"Yep, I'm quite sure," Harry replied, sitting down in the chair next to Severus' bed again. "I am 36 years old and can take care of myself, you know."

"Okay."