A/N: Let's see, I think I covered the wish factor very well... don't you think? .

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?

Wizards Litter

Chapter 2

Answered Prayers.

Sirius was the first to awake and he wasn't happy. He was in pain, strike that, he was in agony. His bones ached as if he had been de-boned just to be given that horrid potion called Skele-Gro.

There would be hell to pay!

"Ah – Sirius, you're awake."

"Mph." was all he said as he dared to open his eyes. At least it wasn't bright.

Dumbledore's smiling face came into view. "Good to have you back my dear boy. I've been given strict orders to make sure you rest and eat when you can."

"Food!" Sirius answered quickly.

Half an hour later Sirius found himself propped up against pillows, tucked in, and enjoying beef broth with a large chunk of soft buttered bread.

He was in heaven.

The sound of glass breaking startled him into sloshing his meal, Sirius frowned up at the person who caused him to ware his soup.

Severus Snape stood at the open curtain, mouth gaped open. "My Lord! What have you done?" was all he said.

"Ah, Severus, so good of you to join us." Dumbledore smiled. This was just priceless!

"Headmaster – Is Remus all right?" Sirius asked, not quite understanding.

"What have you done Black?" shouted Snape, face coloring.

"I haven't done anything you Greasy Git!"

Before Snape could reply with a scathing comment, a scream from the next curtain quieted the group, although Dumbledore was highly amused.

"Moony?" Sirius questioned. He knew that scream, he had heard it only once before and was on the receiving end of an irate Werewolf.

There was a rustling of blankets before the curtain was ripped open. Sirius's eyes widened before they rolled back and he promptly fainted from the sight of a younger version of none other than Remus Lupin.

A short while later Remus was sitting in a conjured love seat; he refused to rest in his bed – much to Pomfrey's chagrin. Sirius was propped up in bed gazing into a hand mirror while prodding at his youthful face in complete disbelief. Snape had sat next to an intrigued Dumbledore with a scowl set firmly on his face.

"I think it was the Wolfsbane – not a curse." Remus mumbled, in deep thought.

"Don't be absurd Lupin!" Snape snapped, affronted by such an accusation. "I've brewed that potion countless times. I can do it with my wand hand bound and blindfolded."

"Didn't know you had such a fetish." Teased Sirius; he lowered his mirror while he settled himself comfortably amongst his pillows.

Before threats could be tossed around, Remus intervened with a comment. "I'm not saying you're incompetent or that it was the potion. I'm just letting you know that the potion smelled differently."

Sirius frowned "Now that you mentioned it, it did taste more revolting than normal."

Snape smirked. "Wolfsbane can cause impotence after a long period of use." Sirius wide eyed horror was greatly appreciated by the Potion Master. "It can be a very expensive aphrodisiac but I'm going to assume you're not a pup, wolfling, or a werewolf for that matter." Severus expected anger or even a second faint; he never would have predicted the leer that was directed to the blushing werewolf.

Remus looked away, finding a spot on the curtain very interesting.

"A wolfling hu?" Sirius smirked as the blush brightened on his younger friends face, creeping down his neck.

"Shut up Padfoot."

"Is that why you're hesitant to snag him?" Sirius couldn't help himself. He had already given his blessing, so there shouldn't be anymore problems, especially now.

Remus grumbled.

Dumbledore sat back and enjoyed the show, glad he hadn't missed this. It wasn't everyday that Remus J. Lupin was flustered.

"Afraid you might shag him senseless?" Sirius laughed as Remus lowered his head and leaned forward so his hair effectively shielded his flaming face.

"Don't you know when to shut up Padfoot? You damn well know it can't happen!" Remus sighed heavily.

Smoothing out his bed sheets, Sirius answered. "From what Albus said earlier we are both stuck like this." Remus mumbled a curse. "Meaning, one of you fears are put to rest. I gave my blessing and I don't see anything else holding you back from claiming him." Remus head lifted meeting his friends serious stare. "Your wolf can finally have that one thing you desire most." Remus eyes suddenly changed, becoming more wolf. "You can let go now. Live."

Watching as Snape left, hands griped around a jar of what was left of the Wolfsbane, Dumbledore abruptly turned and made his way to the far end of the infirmary. Just a few feet away from Pomfrey's office, was a plain wooden door. Turning the knob he couldn't help but smile.

The room looked as if it were in the middle of the Dark Forest. A plain white bed, in a clearing, in the heart of the forest with the ceiling charmed as if it were night. Even though the walls gave the elusion of the forest with the occasional Unicorn, it felt a little too real.

Moving forward, he sat on the edge of the bed. Reaching over, he brushed aside the dark red, almost black, bangs of hair that covered an unmarked brow. He was curious as to why the scar was gone and why the young man seemed at home in the Dark Forest than anywhere else.

The door opened with a soft hoot of an owl, the sound affects amused the older wizard greatly. "Headmaster?"

Dumbledore turned, Remus was halfway in and out of the room, face amazed by the sight. Dumbledore sighed, he guessed a confrontation with the younger Lupin would be less stressful than the younger Black; it would be safe to say he dreaded that confrontation.

"Come in Remus."

Remus cautiously did as he was told; the wolf in him was having a field day. "You left before I could ask you about Harry. I smelt him earlier." Remus made it to the bed where he peered down at the sleeping figure laying engulfed by white sheets that had the occasional image of a beetle skittering across. "Is he still asleep from the wish?" he wanted nothing more than to slip under the covers and curl against the warm flesh of the boy he needed to claim.

Dumbledore eyed the werewolf carefully. He had seen the subtle change in demeanor. The pieces were gradually coming together and he couldn't be happier. "Yes, and considering the wish he'll be resting for a while."

Remus smiled. "He wished for a tub full of ice cream with all the works?"

Dumbledore chuckled. "I remember the Head Boy's scream, it still brings a chuckle out of the faculty when that story is brought up."

"Yes. James never was willing to forgive me for that." Remus stroked Harry's hair, his eyes widened when he noticed that the lightning bolt scar was missing. "Sir?"

Dumbledore heaved a sigh. "Unlike you Mr. Lupin, Harry's wish wasn't as innocent. It shouldn't have surprised me actually; of course Harry's never been a normal boy."

"What did he wish for?" the wolf in him was ecstatic that his mate was unmarked.

"He wished for, quite literally, for Voldemort to drop dead wearing female undergarments, pigtails, and to be forever more deceased with no chance of being reincarnated. It's sufficed to say, that Harry's wish was granted during an attack on a Wizarding town.

Remus blinked once then twice in complete bafflement. Voldemort was dead? Gone? All because Harry blew out a candle? "Wait." Remus nodded his head in disbelief. "Voldemort – the thorn in our side Voldemort is gone because of a magical candle? A Bloody little harmless candle on a birthday cake?"

At this, it seemed Dumbledore perked up. "Yes. Quite hilarious don't you think?" a smile played on his lips as if he were holding back his laughter. "Now," Dumbledore stood. "I must make my leave and inform Molly, Harry's doing well – she's threatened to hex me twice today on behalf of Poppy's no visitors rule." Remus snorted, he could just see it. "It would be amusing to see their reaction reactions when I tell them the good news." And with that he left, with a little skip in his steps.

Gob smacked, Remus just stood there taking everything in. Shaking his head, relief flooded him. The worst had passed all because of a damn wish. Now there was nothing holding him back from the team that was laid out before him. Licking his lips he managed to push aside the arousal and the persistence of the wolf to touch, taste, and claim.

Removing his robe he was dressed in a simple hospital sleepwear. Moving aside the blanket he slipped inside the blanket; his young body was humming from pure joy, he was now able to settle against his mate. Eyes drifting close he inhaled the unique scent that was Harry, and sleep overtaking him.

...TBC...

A/N: Interesting no? Well just so you know, it will get a lot more interesting. .

Thank You!!!

Ravenight: Umm... No. If that were to happen then history itself would happen and i didn't feel like getting into that. .

Katlyn: No, No, you're not all wrong. You did a good try and are close but still not close enough to the truth... sorry. I don't really think the Ministry can have a say in the procreation of werewolves - they don't have a right to even sterelize a werewolf. If you think about it it's like the ministry is like Hitler and werewolves or Creatures in general are the Jewes or everything Hitler stood against. .

Penny Pitton: Close... but then why is Snape still there if the DE's die along with Voldemort. .

HecateDeMort: hands out a cookie A simple correct answer but it's all in the how that gets to me... can you picture the destruction of voldemort because of a stupid Birthday candle? laughs .

ankhbearer3: I luv Snape too much to kill him off so that's, as you read, is not right. There is no fertility potion and as Snape put it: anyone who isn't a Pup, Wolfling, or Werewolf who drank the potion can be sterelized. But look on the brightside... Voldemort is gone! No mess no fuss! .

CrimsonTearsOfPain: ponders It's difficult to say... lol. .

Immortal Memories: Here's a cookie! .

CassandraRaven: No Cookie sniff why would Harry want Voldemort back? This is another baby of mine - I will NEVER give up on it. .

CassandraRaven: Thanks, well Peeves was a naughty ghost and he ruined Snapes potion with an unknown Potion that has adverse effects to the drinker... .

JEn: With what? ask me or leave your email and i'll mail you the answer instead of having to wait for a review. .

Prussiluskan: Hmm, okay i'll give you aokay, but only because you had 'never existed' under those bracket thingys. .

Tygrressatheart: Those are all very good wishes but you did have one right which was Voldemort being gone equaling the end of the war so you also get a cookie. Wishing for his parents would have been a bit much. There's only so much one magical candle can do with a wish. .

Das: hands out a cookie nope, no pregnancy potion, that would be too cliche. Besides, Sirius drank some and i can't picture lil Sirius's running around. .

Shania Maxwell: Thank you! Not quitting this one, trust me. .

Constance Malfoy: hands out a cookie You're right!!! well (A) was right... if it were (B) the fic would be too complicated. .