More editing with a friend beta-ing has been going on, and I've been reading some HP fics to get a better feel for the canon stuff I don't remember from reading the actual books. And I reworked a lot of dialogue (again, yes) and some plot points throughout so the previous segments have been edited too. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!
"Oh, holy shit," Dean exclaimed, scrambling back as far as he could on the couch. Sam stood from the chair he'd been occupying, earning a look from Harry, who pointed his wand at him, prompting him to raise his hands in a 'look I'm unarmed' gesture.
"I just want to go sit with him, if that's OK," Sam murmured, earning a wordless glare from Dean.
"Alright," Harry assented, looking at Hermione who nodded her approval as well.
Sam took a seat beside Dean, who squeezed himself against the arm at the far end of the couch as the werewolves approached.
"This is Remus," Hermione pronounced, motioning to the larger of the wolves, "And this is Teddy. Remus, in particular would like to know why you were attacking them."
"Let's see…oh, yeah. Because they're monsters," Dean deadpanned.
This earned a whimper from Teddy, and a hard look from Remus.
"Maybe it would be better if you went to watch telly in the other room," Hermione suggested, walking with the smaller werewolf down the hallway that lead from the sitting area they were in.
"Really? She wants it to watch TV?" Dean muttered, provoking a low growl from the large werewolf, who eyed him disdainfully.
"Sorry Remus, could you say that again? I'm not quite as good at understanding you as Hermione, I'm afraid," Harry said.
The werewolf repeated his utterance, Harry nodding.
"Remus says not to talk about his son like that," Harry spoke up.
Dean scoffed. "Oh, so you're all bleeding hearts sensitive about political correctness with monsters or some crap. Coz that's just great…"
Remus groaned, rolling his eyes as he looked at Harry again, making small, irritable sounds.
"His….son?" Sam managed.
"Yes, he's my son," Harry translated, leaning close to Remus, raising a hand as if to silence the brothers while he listened. "His name is Teddy, and I would greatly appreciate it if you'd give us a chance. I'll be transforming back to my human form soon, and I will definitely have a discussion with you then if you refuse to take me seriously now. What you did tonight could have cost my son his life if I hadn't stopped you sooner."
"Sorry," Sam murmured. "We really didn't know you were, yknow, in control."
"Yeah because every monster we've ever met is just the picture of self-restraint," Dean jibed.
"Yeah," Sam shook his head. "This definitely isn't how it normally goes."
The conversation paused as they waited for Remus to respond via Harry.
"There's an awful lot you should know, but I'm about to turn back now," Harry said for him, translating the growls, whimpers and low barks. "So it will wait five minutes. Because you are not going anywhere."
"Oh, great," Dean groaned, muttering in a low voice to Sam, "The Wizards of Oz and their friends the werewolves think they're gonna keep us here."
"I dunno," Sam replied, keeping his tone hopeful. "Maybe we can convince them to let us go."
Harry meanwhile was speaking to Remus, "Do you want to—" He broke off as Remus rejoined his comment with a snuffle and a nod.
"Alright then," Harry replied, "I'll get Hermione to watch them while I help get you situated."
"Hermione?" He called, not leaving the area where the two brothers sat.
"Yes?" She replied, making her way from the room door she'd left back to the sitting room.
"Remus is about to change back. He wants to be with Teddy. He also wants to know, do you have their clothes?"
"Yes, of course," Hermione nodded, motioning to Remus, "The door's open. And I'll bring your clothes—" the brothers stared as she whipped out her wand, performing an enlargement spell on the tiny handful of clothing she removed from her robe pocket, which grew to become a heap of clothing and shoes, which nearly spilled from her arms as she carried it down the hall, Remus following her.
"In case you're wondering," Harry said to the brothers, "They will be back momentarily."
"Yeah, no, we know how fanging out works," Dean said, giving Harry a withering look. "It's not like we haven't seen it before."
"Maybe so, but you don't know much about how werewolves here work, either," Harry rejoined. "And really, you can get over the pretenses of fighting us. You aren't going anywhere with your leg like that, and even if it wasn't, you don't have any weapons. And we have magic. But that's also beside the point," Harry shook his head as Dean looked like he was about to protest, "No, I'm not done. I don't want to fight you. Remus is understandably quite upset, but he won't try to hurt you either. I've known him most of my life, and my parents knew him before that. Please don't do anything to further provoke him. He's been through more than enough tonight."
"I get that we're not exactly the sort of people you'd want to have run into," Sam said slowly, fishing for what to say, "But we—"
"Look, they're werewolves man. Honest to god, we didn't freaking know," Dean exhorted. "I mean most of the ones we've run into are murder machines. I'm not too crazy about the whole being here thing either. But…if he doesn't go apeshit on us, we don't have any reason or way, for that matter, to try to fight back. So relax. Damn. Spare us the lecture, OK? Being stuck here isn't my idea of a good night either, you can be sure."
Sam regarded his brother with an expression of slight surprise. "I have to agree," he nodded, giving Dean a look, as if to say, 'What are you playing at?'
"What, Sammy? I'm just telling this freak like it is." Dean rebuffed in a low voice.
Harry's expression tightened a bit at the snatch of what Dean had said that he'd caught. "I'd…prefer if you didn't use that word," he said slowly.
'What? Freak?" Dean scoffed openly. Sam gave an uncomfortable shrug, his face something between a smile and a grimace. Leave it to Dean, he thought, to get on the nerves of the impossibly powerful people holding them. When they were helpless…
"Yes," Harry replied, his tone shifting from the halting awkwardness at the still-painful word to earnestness as he seemed to be glad to move away from the topic, "And it's in your interest not to inspire unnecessary hostility. I'm not quite sure what to do with you, to be honest, but I will take Remus' opinion into account. Normally Muggles who stumble into the Wizarding World are dealt with by the Minsitry of Magic, have their memories erased, and are sent on their way. You, though… You attacked my friends, a level of threat Muggles don't normally pose, and what's more, if you're really from another universe, well... The situation is unique, and…I just don't know."
Hermione appeared back in the room presently, stepping forwards from the hallway. "Harry? I heard as I came back down the hall. You're not thinking of giving them to the Ministry, are you? I know you're an Auror, but…what would they do with them? Azkaban hardly fits, and with their knowledge of magic and magical creatures, I don't know how the Ministry could erase their memories without erasing their entire lives. If they really are as capable as they claim, nothing short of Azkaban would stop them. Let's hear what Remus has to say first. And besides, you know as well as anyone, the Ministry mucks things up quite a bit."
Sam and Dean exchanged worried looks. They might not know what the strange words meant, but they could tell by Hermione's tone it wasn't good.
"You don't have to remind me," Harry shook his head. "I can barely stand working for them, some days…"
"If you don't mind me asking," Sam said, his tone deliberately light, "What exactly is all that?"
"Azkaban is a prison for the Wizarding community," Hermione supplied. "It's…not at all a pleasant place."
"Just what we need, some lame ass wizard jail," Dean snarked.
There was an uncomfortable silence for a moment before Remus stepped forwards, clearing his throat awkwardly.
"I suppose I should apologize for my reaction before. It was unbecoming. However, you threatened my son's life, and I would attack you again in an instant to insure his safety."
"So you're the werewolf," Dean murmured.
"Yes, I am a werewolf, as you said," Remus nodded. "I make no pretense to deny that. But what you did—" He took a shuddering breath in before trying again. "You meant to kill my son. Should anything have happened to him, it would have been unforgivable. I'd have killed you myself for that."