Fenrir could see his mate, and blinked. He looked around; he was standing in a room with walls a neutral tan. On the bed which stood in the center of the room lay his small bonded. He stepped forwards and climbed onto the bed, wondering if this was a dream, and praying that if it was that he would never wake again. He leaned over his young mate and kissed the boy's forehead. Inky brows furrowed slightly, as a milky white hand came up to rub at the slightly wet area. Fenrir smiled and gently grabbed the hand and moved it to his cheek, Harry frowned in his sleep, as jade eyes slowly fluttered open. As he blinked, his gaze landed on Fenrir and began to focus. Fenrir grinned as recognition entered the beautiful gaze. Suddenly he was tackled backwards by an eager elf; he grinned and submitted to the frantic patting and random kisses. He allowed himself to be examined for major injury as he tried to control his body's reaction to being straddled by a delicious elf.

"Harry." Fenrir whispered, hands reaching up to touch the boy's cheek, Harry sighed and held the hand in place, leaning into the caress, closing his eyes briefly before they opened again. "You are so beautiful." Harry grinned and then grabbed Fenrir's other hand, and placed it on the beautifully rounded stomach. Harry grinned at Fenrir,

"That's our pups. I'm not so big yet, but I'm only two months along. Fenrir, why are you here? Did you escape?" Fenrir's grin vanished suddenly, and he sighed,

"No, I have a guardian, Harry. She is fate's mate, and she is going to allow me to see you sometimes. She can not release me, she does not have the power, but she can connect us through our dreams, so that everything that goes on is practically real. I'm here, but not here, just like you are with me in my prison, but not there as well. I love you, Harry; it is my time to go. I promise I will escape in time to see our pups born." Harry was crying, but he nodded, kissing Fenrir deeply, holding his large hand over the puppy bump and not moving, as the man slowly began to fade into mist and Harry was thrown into a regular dream, where he sat upon a hill covered in wild flowers and adorable little wolf puppies romped in the grass around him. He awoke with a start and whimpered softly, closing his eyes in pain. Harry slowly opened his eyes and looked around; he stood and went to his dresser, and opened the drawer and began rummaging in it. He pulled out a thin black satin band and closed his drawer, before turning and picking up the ring from his bed side table. He looped the string through the ring and tied it securely, before looping the end around his neck and tying the ends together in a very firm knot.

Harry looked down at his bonding ring and smiled, knowing that he would be able to proudly wear it from then on, because the marauders already knew, and it was no longer a secret. He gazed at himself in the full-length mirror. Emerald green eyes peered back at him from beneath thick black lashes and thin inky black eyebrows. His hair was a mess as usual, though the color was the same inky black as his eye brows and lashes. His skin was a milky white, nearly translucent, so thin in fact that the blue tinted veins could be seen from beneath his skin. His gaze traveled lower, he sighed, though he had no six-pack to brag about, or thick muscles, he did have a slim figure, lean and almost feminine. His wings were the same ink black as his hair, and just as sleek and shiny.

Harry shifted, bringing his wings closer around his body, wrapping them tightly and protectively around his stomach, his hands caressing the bulge in delight. It was an amazing sensation, to gaze at the rounded area, and know that his children were slowly growing and taking form. He couldn't really believe it that whole other beings were growing and living within him, his wonderful, precious pups. He wiped a stray tear and sniffled, gently rubbing his stomach,

"I'm sorry lovelies; Mummsie is just a bit emotional." He said in a soft voice, praying that if he was heard, the other men wouldn't immediately write him off as unstable. He went silently to the small brown wardrobe that was in the corner of his room, and opened it, peering within. He pulled out a shirt that was light blue in color, though had a darker blue stripe going across the chest. He pulled it on and then pulled on a pair of tan trousers and glanced at his reflection, the shirt hung loose on his frame, the way he had originally intended, for the time when the marauders were still ignorant to the fact he was pregnant. He tilted his head, and then waved his wand in front of himself and the shirt shrunk down about two sizes so that it fit easily on him. It wasn't tight, he did not like tight clothes, but it was fit tight enough that he could proudly show off his bump. He grinned and put a hand on his stomach as he pocketed his wand and left the room, going down to the sweet smells of breakfast wafting through the house.

"Can I help?" Sirius asked, peering over his bonded's shoulder, James shook his head,

"No, Sirius."

"Why not?"

"Are you sure you want me to answer that?"

"No. Not really, but please can I help?"

"No, Sirius."

"Please?"

"No."

"Pretty please?"

No!"

"Pretty, pretty please with sugar on top and a beautifully amazing Sirius on top too?"

"Save your innuendos, Sirius. Here, go put that on the stove, don't break anything!" James said, handing a pan to Sirius, who grinned and saluted, before skipping to do as told. James sighed, then turned to greet Harry and froze, Harry stood in the doorway grinning, his left hand resting gently on his stomach, which was clearly visible with the tighter-than-normal shirt he was wearing. James grinned and then went to put some pancake batter on the pan Sirius had just put on the stove. He turned to the man,

"Watch this. When the edges are golden brown, flip it!" He ordered, then turned again and went to embrace the young elf, who continued to grin, "You look lovely Harry! Why have you never worn these clothes before?"

"Well, you all didn't know I was pregnant, and I wanted to keep it that way until I figured out if I could trust you enough. But I trust you guys now! Does it look all right?" He questioned, looking suddenly worried, James chuckled,

"It looks wonderful, darling. Now, how about you go wake Remus? He's sleeping in, and needs to wake or else he will miss his breakfast!" Harry nodded, smiling, and skipped to do as told, dancing down the hall and to Remus' bedroom. Harry knocked timidly but politely and when he received no answer he pushed the door open. He smiled when he saw the peacefully slumbering werewolf; silently he strode to the man's side and peered at him. He looked far gentler asleep; the lines of worry were erased from his young face, his mouth softened from its frowns. Harry gently approached the bed, making sure not to make sudden loud noises or movements; he breathed gently across the man's face, and then eased himself onto the bed. He put one hand on the upper shoulder and shook gently,

"Remus, time to wake up!" Harry stated softly, keeping his voice gentle, knowing very well that Remus would be able to hear even the slightest whisper, even in a deep slumber. It was part of a werewolf's traits, perfect hearing, even when asleep, making their defenses nearly perfect, even when unaware. Remus groaned softly in his sleep, pulling away from the shaking hand, burrowing deeper into his bed sheets, Harry chuckled softly, and then moved again, crawling closer to the man, "Oh Remus!" Harry called in a sing-song voice, gently tickling the man's side. Harry giggled softly then gasped in shock and pain when a large hand gripped his wrist and he was tossed onto his back on the bed, a rather pissed-off man looming above him. Harry's eyes widened in fright, and he whimpered softly, his wings curling around his stomach, and then he did something that even shocked himself. He lashed out, with magic and with hands, slapping the man hard across the face and shoving him off with the magic, Harry sat up as quickly as he could, jumping to his feet and lifting a hand, his eyes were cold, the green rimmed with silver, a sign that his elf had taken over. Harry, in the rush of magic and protective fury, did not notice the glowing amber vanish from the man's eyes as Moony retreated.

Harry did not notice the change between Moony and Remus, he was only aware that the man before him was a threat to his pups, and he would do anything to protect the lives within his womb. The uplifted hand waved in the air, and Remus found himself bound tightly, his arms and legs locked together with ropes of spinning air, watching in frightened fascination at the enraged, protective elf. Remus had acted without thinking, Moony was always very prominent when Remus would first wake up, but once he had time to get accustomed to the new day, he could easily make Moony back down. But being aroused from sleep, Moony had immediately taken over, but when Remus had caught sight of the elf below him, had tried to move away but found himself slapped and shoved, and then bound.

Remus, though a fully matured werewolf, was completely terrified of the elf; because a pregnant elf, if threatened, or even a mother elf protecting his or her children, was fiercer than even a werewolf mother, or a vampire mother. Because a vampire mother could only use venom as a weapon, and werewolves had claws and teeth. Elves, however, had not only the common magic used by witches and wizards, but powers of the elements. If a pregnant elf were to be threatened, then the elf could incinerate the threat in flames, open a gash in the earth to swallow the threat, create a tsunami to drown the threat, or any other possible combination of the elements.

Even though Remus was terrified, he could not help but think that Harry was gorgeous. His inky black wings were curled protectively around his stomach, like a living, feathery shield protecting his pups. His eyes were cold, and harder than the emeralds that they drew color from. The swirling silver surrounding his pupils was hypnotic, dazing Remus, and he vaguely realized that was the sole purpose of the gaze, stun the prey and attack. Harry's hair and clothes were whipping in a fierce wind that was swirling about him, a shield he had conjured against threats. Remus bowed his head, not looking into Harry's eyes, and not looking at his pregnant stomach, instead looking at the floor, a sign of submission. Slowly Harry calmed, the winds surrounding him and binding Remus slowly vanished, and the silver disappeared from Harry's gaze.

Harry shyly went to Remus and then gently rubbed the chafe marks on the man's wrists,

"I am sorry for attacking you." Harry apologized, true remorse entering his gaze, Remus smiled softly,

"It is okay Harry, you were only protecting your pups, I understand." Harry smiled and nodded, letting his wings unwrap themselves and fold against his back. Remus smiled softly, and nodded at Harry, as the young elf turned and left the room, hand staying in its protective hold against his stomach. Remus sighed and sat on his bed for a moment, closing his eyes as he envisioned the livid image of the powerful elf, and shivered slightly, if Harry ever felt threatened and allowed the elf to take over, Remus wasn't sure if they would be able to control that power. It was a magnificent thing, Harry, cute, adorable, timid little elf he was, the moment he assumed a threat was near that could harm his pups, he went into full attack and defend mode. He wasn't the same; his eyes seemed cold, cruel almost. It looked like he would have no qualms about killing someone if they threatened his pups. Remus stood slowly and gently rubbed his wrists, gazing at the reddened chafe marks, and looked towards the open door, and realized, Harry was a force to be reckoned with.