AN: Haven't been as motivated, but hopefully this won't suck. Gave my dog a bath yesterday and she only smells slightly better. Also, read the Dust Lands series by Moira Young and have your mind blown. Now on with the story!

Disclaimer and warning: Thee look towards ye first of chapters.

"Hello Mr. Potter. I know it's been a while since you've seen me in this form, but I think we need to talk."

Stopping in his tracks, Harry muttered under his breath, "Tom Riddle."

"Harry, come on," said Fenrir, pulling on his waist to get him moving.

"B-but, that's Lord Voldemort!" Harry stuttered out.

"Yes, but he is nothing like how the light side as made him out to be."

"Are you sure because he has tried to kill me."

"That may not be true. But it is possible to tell the world lies, change memories, and use glamours with magic, is it not?"

"But, people wouldn't do that, right?"

"Not everything is black and white. Now would you please come and listen to what he has to say about that headmaster's reign."

"Sure, but I better get some good explanations."

"Alrighty then," Riddle said, cutting in, "let's get moving to somewhere less public."

"Now let me start from when your parents were murdered," Tom Riddle began, "you have been told since they came to get you that I was the one who killed them. Well, it's true, but not how you've been told. I had been told that your parents wanted to join my side of the war. I was going over to their house to talk about it to make sure it was true. But when I go there, I was ambushed by your parents and a few of Dumbledore's followers. Luckily for me, I had brought a few of my trusted followers. The battle that ensued did kill your parents, though the scar on your head is from a ricocheting Avada Kadavra curse from the light side that your mother protected you from. I got hit by a curse and was forced to retreat. You were then left to Dumbledore to raise you from then. The professor Quirrel that was supposedly possessed by me was false. My soul has never left this body because I was only severely injured. The diary probably a fake: I have never in my life made something that atrocious, and my supposed 'resurrection' was probably some hoax that the light side used to try and hide them bringing a monster from the days of old magic back. Now I hope you were able to believe the side of the story I have given you. It is true on all accounts."

As Harry sat there trying to process the story that Riddle had given him, the others started talking about seemingly trivial things. First the weather, then about wives, girlfriends, and mistresses, and they also talked about what to do about the headmaster. When they reached that part Harry decided to give his answer to Riddle about joining his side.

"I think I'll join. Everyone I trusted before has either abandoned me or has disappointed me a lot. But I would not like to have a lot to do with your plans or anything." Harry said.

"Well that makes perfect sense. Besides, you're probably going to be busy helping Fenrir with the pack. We only use werewolves in rare cases anyway, and usually just for information." Tom Riddle replied.

And with that Fenrir and Harry said their good-byes and headed off back to the pack.

Upon reaching the pack, Fenrir pushed them towards a group of werewolves that looked older than Fenrir by at least a few decades.

"You are going to just stand by me while I talk to the elders of the packs. Unfortunately there are usually requirements for us so that I can continue to be the alpha of this pack. They usually have to do with heirs and such." Fenrir said.

"Oh," mumbled Harry, not at all pleased with what he was hearing at all.

As they finally approached the elders, Harry tried to stay out of their view as much as possible. Fenrir didn't stop him from hiding, but he didn't help him either.

"Now that you are finally here we can proceed to tell you what deeds you need to fulfill. We have all decided that you will need a litter within a year. It doesn't have to be in exactly that time, but we expect it to be rather close. Other than that, there is nothing you need to do. You have already proven yourself a capable leader of your pack, so we see no need for you to do anything else. We will be back in a year's time."

And with that they left. Fenrir, having known that was what they would have asked of them, stayed quiet and thoughtful while Harry started to panic. 'What was he going to do? They barely knew each other, and they were expected to have a child, make that children. He didn't even know what would happen. So much was happening and barely anyone was letting him have any input!'

Fenrir seeing the glisten of tears in Harry's eyes decided that they needed to talk about what the elders had just told them. He didn't need, or want, a bad start to the beginning of their mated lives. Harry was probably just overwhelmed with everything that had happened in that short time. Grabbing a hold of Harry's waist he brought them back to his home.

"Harry, I know that you didn't exactly want this, but it is not as bad as it seems. A litter doesn't mean it will be a birth of multiple children, and a year gives us about three to four months for the conception of the pup. Male pregnancies are practically the same as a female's, but it's slightly harsher when it comes to the symptoms. You will have the entire pack, including myself, to help you. You will be fine. I know today has been a bit overwhelming so far, so why don't you lie down. I have some things to do, so I'll come get you at lunch time."

After Fenrir's speech about what was to happen, Harry calmed down slightly. Things didn't seem that bad anymore. Harry didn't have to copulate with Fenrir as soon as he feared, and remembering what Fenrir had said a while back about becoming his mate, thought that maybe they would develop some feelings towards each other by the time they did. Deciding to also follow the last thing Fenrir had said, Harry lay down and let the information overload in his head start to make some sense.

I hope this quickie chapter wasn't too bad!

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