Welcome to the next chapter! Still waiting for thoughts on the pairing you guys! If you don't wanna review send a PM mkay? Mkaaaay. Thanks again to Ambo for beta'ing even if we did have a bit of difference in opinion when it came to how the fic was set out... Ah well -heart-

In hindsight, Dumbledore realized that perhaps placing Mundungus Fletcher on Potter-sitting duty probably wasn't one of his best ideas. After all, the drunken idiot had just let Potter walk out of the house and didn't even think to follow him!

Sitting in his knick-knack covered office, the twinkle in Headmaster Dumbledore's eyes was suspiciously absent, and in its place was a hard calculating look.

How was he supposed to perfectly mould a weapon with incapable minions such as Fletcher? Not to mention the fact that his headquarters was situated in the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black and one of his supporters was a werewolf of all things. It just wasn't light, not light at all.

And Albus Dumbledore was all about Light.

Remus Lupin was on the search team that was sent to scour Harry's house for clues, along with his fateful 'dog', Padfoot. Remus sniffed, and underneath the horrific stench of Harry's relatives he could smell the faint scent of his best friend's godson, and his pup.

Padfoot whined at his heels as they reached a heavily padlocked door and scratched at the wood. The smell of Harry was strongest here. But why would Harry spend most of his time in a padlocked room? Unless…

Remus' eyes angrily narrowed as he pulled out his wand and aimed it at the door. "Diffindo!" Screw unlocking charms, this was his pup they were talking about.

The door burst open and Remus looked around the tiny room, taking note of the bare mattress, the lack of furnishings and the bars on the window.

Padfoot growled and sniffed around the roof, snarling at a small patch of blood that he found in the corner and finally stopping to paw at a seemingly random spot on the floor.

Kneeling next to Padfoot, Remus found the floorboards there to be loose and carefully pried them up.

Inside he found Harry wand, photo album and invisibility cloak.

"Remus?" Tonks burst up the stairs and into the room in her usual fashion. "Have you found - oh my…" she looked around the room in barely concealed horror. "Dear Merlin this place is a prison."

"Harry didn't leave by choice," Remus said, collecting Harry's belongings from the hole in the floor and standing up. "He wouldn't have left these behind; especially not his wand."

"Then… he was taken?"

"I…I don't know…"

If there was one thing Harry hated about looking after young children, it was bath time. Of course, they couldn't use the actual bath in the house since the water had long been shut off, so they bathed in a stream in the woods, but it was still bath time.

Even though they were nude before, during and after the full moon, the girls still squealed and hid under the water during bath time, refusing to let Harry wash their hair (and they wouldn't do it themselves either!) and the boys (not at all mindful about their nudity, thank Merlin) were rowdy and splashed each other.

Little Henry, forever shy and timid, merely sat on the bank and watched while Clarabelle flailed about in the shallowest areas. Harry made sure to keep an eye on those two, though they were both very adept at swimming.

Clean of the previous day's dirt and grime, Harry tied a worn towel around his waist and held out more towels for the girls (still squealing) to run into and wrap themselves up in. The boy's dawdled in the water.

"C'mon, guys," Harry said in his best 'Oi, I'm your Alpha, listen to me, damn it!' voice. "It's getting dark; back to the house."

"But Harrrryyyyyy!"

"Don't argue with me, Michael!"

Pouting, Michael trudged out of the stream with Mark and Jason following behind him. Picking up a towel and throwing it over himself, Michael stormed back to the house. The other two boys quickly followed after, not wanted to be snapped at by their Alpha.

Harry sighed, and plucked Clarabelle, who squealed, out of the stream and wrapped her up in her towel. He then picked up Henry, who had gotten out with the girls and had been clinging to Harry's leg, and carried them both back to the house.

He really did hate bath time.

The 31st of July dawned as it usually did, with Harry waking up under a pile of pups, literally in the case of Henry who had taken to curling up on his chest, and Clarabelle who curled up to one of his sides and used his arm as a pillow.

The only difference with this particular morning was that there was a hoard of owls tapping at the window. Owls that Harry was very tempted to eat, except for…

"Hedwig!" Harry burst up towards the window, mindful of Henry and Clara who tumbled to the floor, surprised at the sudden awakening.

Opening the window, the owls all burst in and hid in the rafters, except for one snowy white owl that perched on Harry's shoulder and nipped at his hair. Once she was assured of her Master's wellbeing, she held out her leg for the letter that was tied to it.

The children, now very much awake, scrambled around Harry and attempted to reach and pat some of the owls.

"Harry, what's with all the birds?"

"They have STUFF!"

"Can we eat them?"

"Can I hug that one, Hawwy?" Clarabelle waved her little hand at Hedwig.

"The owls have brought me mail, it's my birthday," Harry was interrupted by a chorus of 'Happy Birthday, Harry!'s. "The stuff is probably presents from my friends, no, you can't eat them; they're people's pets, and yes, Clara, you can pat Hedwig." Kneeling down, Harry held out the perched Hedwig. "But you have to be very careful, ok?"

"Yes, yes!" She very carefully pet Hedwig's feathered head and the others clambered around trying to pet her as well.

With his pups successfully distracted, Harry turned to his note.

Pup, (he was a little affronted at this; he wasn't a pup any more! He was an Alpha!)

I don't know whether this letter will reach you, wherever you are, but I hope if it does that means you haven't be captured by You-Know-Who or worse, but that you left by your own free will.

And didn't take your wand or your invisibility cloak or your-

Bugger off, Sirius! This is MY letter to Harry, get your ow- No don't write that!

Ha! That's what you get for using a dicta-quill!

Anyway! Pup I hope your safe and that this letter reaches you, and that you write back telling us WHERE you are, WHO your with and WHY you left the safety of your relatives' house. Though, now that I've been to see them I see that it's not quite as SAFE as Dumbledore said it was…

Damn straight! You should've RIPPED EM TO SHREADS, Moony!

Padfoot! Stop talking in my letter! Send your own!

Ok I will!

Ok then! Merlin! Anyway, write back right away, Pup!

Love, Remus.

And Sirius!

BUGGER OFF, SIRIUS!

Wiping his eye, Harry laughed at his (honorary) godfathers' letter and looked at the paper underneath it, which read only;

Hi Harry! This is my letter (far superior to Moony's!)! You'd better mail us back soon, I know you're safe out there somewhere!

Love Sirius.

Sirius could be such a child sometimes!

Speaking of children, Harry looked down at his pack, who were looking at his curiously.

"Who's the letter from, Harry?" Tasha asked.

"My Godfathers," he said. "I haven't told them about this whole situation yet, they're wondering where I am."

"Are you gonna tell 'em?" Jason asked.

"Yeah, Remus is a werewolf too, but he's never really struck me as an Alpha sort of person…"

"We'd never follow any other Alpha, anyway!" Kimmy said defiantly. "Harry's our Alpha and that's that!"

Harry gave a teary smile. "Thanks, kids."

A/N: Aaaaaaand that'll do for this chapter. I'll save the rest of Harry's b'day for the next chap, I've hit my 1000 words quota haha I always try n make a chapter that long at least, which is only 4 pages but find it drags on other wise. If you think the chapters are too short, though, feel free to tell me!

What'd ya think of Remus/Sirus' letter(s)? XD They were fun to write! I always think of those two as sort of stuck as kids or something, god knows why hahaha.

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