When Remus and Richard finally cleaned out Harry, Remus sent Richard on a workout.

"Jog around the living room, run though the hall, swim across the pool, swim back, run through the hall, jog around the living room... so on and so forth. I'll be telling Harry stories meanwhile. And we'll be in the living room, so you'd see us on every run. Any questions? no? Go!" And Richard, quickly changing into a pair of Door's father's swimming trunks, ran. When Remus' eyes glinted with that yellow, you followed orders.

The spear, thrown across the couch awkwardly, was still singing to him. It was like a whisper at the back of his mind, and he refused to tell Remus because they just met today, and Door would think him mad.

Hunter... Hunter... Hunter...

The spear sang to him. He could feel it filling him with energy, and he knew, without a doubt, that while he would fail - miserably - at using any other weapon, the Spear that had killed the Beast would work for him. The Spear that Coup had given Hunter in exchange for Door and Richard. It had sung to him from the moment he picked it up, but he wasn't quite paying attention then - Door was being held by Islington, he wasn't going to be held up by something so mundane as a singing spear.

A spear that was carved on. He was aware of it even now, as he did his best to swim across the pool. He knew how to swim - he lived on an ISLAND - but really, all the jogging and running was annoying. And then his legs were KILLING by the time he jumped into the pool. At least he was able to use his arms and hands.

Which really should be holding the spear, his mind insisted.

He was the Hunter, the spear whispered.
The previous Hunter had chosen him.

He was the Hunter, and now that he had begun establishing London Below as his territory, he would have to kill any threat to his rule.

Just as the previous Hunter had gone around, defeating the Tiger and the Bear, now he would have to defeat any other Alphas. He wasn't after humans, their petty politics didn't matter to the Spear.

He was the Hunter, and he was to defend his territory.

Then Richard realized that, hello, he had no clue what he was doing - only that a Spear was singing to him, and he was certain that he was going mad. He really, REALLY should talk to Door.

Remus coo'd at Harry, telling me stories, alternating between Marauder pranks, Beadle & Bard tales, Grimm fairy tales, and Things That Lily Did After James Annoyed Her.

Harry, being a whole year old, was busy chewing on a complicated wooden figuring of a woman turning into a tree. Or a tree turning into a woman... or half woman half tree? Anyway, it seemed to be part of a set, where that figuring was placed next to a river with a large horned figure rising out of it, and a young man wearing a toga and holding a lyre chasing after the woman-tree hybrid.

Apollo and Daphne.

Or, Apollo and Chewed-On Daphne.

Remus was certain that the figuring wouldn't mind - at least Harry wasn't chewing on anything else. Like that really creepy statue of a boar-thing. Beast, Moony hissed. Beast - defeated by Hunter.

There was an odd reverence on the word Hunter... the type that Moony almost placed on James. Almost. James was in in-betweener, he couldn't be Alpha Male. Door was undeniably Alpha female, and Moony accepted this Hunter person as Alpha male without even fighting. That was odd, and frightening. What if this Hunter person wanted to hurt Harry? Would Moony not protect him? Moony accepted Harry as pack -

Richard jogged into the room, his eyes flicking over to Harry, and then sliding onto the Spear on the couch. His eyes stayed on the spear until he jogged out, speeding up on the hallway.

Hunter, Moony hissed.

Ah. That complicated things. What was Remus supposed to teach a man who had defeated the Beast? According to Moony's emotions (and everything he'd learned from wandering London Below), the Hunter-ness had to be a) passed on from the previous Hunter, and b) had to be a specific state of mind - a willingness to protect his territory, and a willingness to kill those who trespassed it. Like a king, Remus thought. So the previous Hunter must have died due to the loss of the second, which invariably led to the lost of the Hunter-ing-ness. She got caught up in the Hunt, and forgot to be the Hunter.

That was too complicated. Remus concentrated on explaining the time Lily had shaved James and hung him upside down by his ankles in the middle of the Transfiguration classroom, for all to see. That was in their fourth year...

Door tensed as she slipped into the house. She had seen her sister - oh, Ingress looked different, but it was Ingress, Ingress, Ingress - outside, in the park, with her "Parents". She slipped in through the window, found Ingress's room, and quickly pulled the mattress off the bed. Then she began to carve into the bed itself, runes of memory, of remembering, of understanding, of Sight. It didn't take long - her knife was very sharp. She was good at this. And she wanted nothing more than for Ingress to come home. Door pulled out a few pre-made Dream Catchers (thank you, Floating Marked - Information about London Between could get you a fair bit of important things) and hung them on the ceiling, some right above the bed, one upon the window, one under the bed, one on top of the desk... quickly, she turned the Dream Catchers on. There! Now they would shimmer, and over the course of two years, as Ingress' memory returned, they too would solidify. Until then, they would be invisible.

Now, time for the rats. There would be one in the nearest sewer, of course, and that sewer would lead her home, just as every sewer did.

A few moments in the dank, dark, comforting place she had lived her life in, and a small rat appeared in front of her. Door knelt to talk to it.

"Yes? Oh, how nice of you to come, Mr. Black-eyes. Yes, yes... Hhm... a missing toe?"

"Chit! Chitter chitter chitter! Squeak!" Said the rat.

"I see. This was a man. He turned into a rat and he is... my enemy? No? Ah, Harry's enemy... And someone elses? Whose? The Wolf is my friend! There are two were-wolves in Below, and both happen to be after Harry? Remus I understand... Wait, the other were-wolf is also an inbetweener? And he challenges Hunter's territory? Hunter is dead! What - Who- I don't understand!"

"SQUEAK!"

"Alright! I'll tell Remus and Richard that there's a were called Greyback wandering around. Now can we please get back to the not-really-rat-man who's missing a toe and doesn't like Harry? And can you climb and sit on my shoulder? I want to get home."