Harry moaned. If anyone could recognize him, it was Remus Lupin. But how could Harry turn him down? Remus was like an uncle to him. But then again…

He shivered after another growl rumbled in his chest. Where had this territorial-ness come from? It was practically animalistic. The thought of werewolf coming into what he had claimed as his territory made him beyond tense. Earlier, when Dumbledore had come, Harry had hated it. Despite his eccentric and grandfatherly façade, whatever had gone feral inside of him had told him that this man was a powerful threat.

Harry rubbed his shoulder, running his finger along a light scar from a knife of an angry Petunia Dursley. His mind turned to his childhood, or lack thereof. The Dursley's had always been looking for a reason to beat the "freakishness" out of him. He had been the scape goat until Vernon had beaten him to the point that his carefully placed glamour's had vanished, exposing the evidence of the Dursley's treatment. That was the night he was thrown out the house. That night had only been about three weeks ago. He had navigated the dirty streets of the city for days afterwards, finding plenty of trouble.

Two weeks ago a kind old widow had taken him in. He was half dead because of the brutal injuries to his neck, face and torso. He had learned enough sign language to get by so fast because the old woman had been deaf, and they could speak nothing else. The woman had been sad to see him go, but he had started to feel restless. He missed the wizarding world.

Harry heaved a silent sigh and shook himself. Remus would be arriving any minute now…

Remus stumbled a bit as he stepped out of the floo, and shook himself. He turned a little and shot a glare at the offending fireplace. He then looked carefully around the room he had landed in. It was not the way he would have imagined the dour potion master's house. Though still done in dark colors, it had an almost homey feel to it. He whirled around at the sound of someone knocking their knuckles against the wooden table.

Twi stood, regarding the werewolf with guarded curiosity. How would he be treated? Would Remus figure it out? How should he act towards him?

Remus blinked. When he had been told that Severus had taken on a ward, he had imagined a mini-Snape, not a scruffy… What was he? His smell was almost familiar, but it was also the smell of predator. Remus had never encountered such a human.

Twi gave him what almost seemed to be a tiny bow, keeping his neck stiff and hunching his shoulders a tiny bit. Remus returned the gesture, recognizing it as the uniquely Gryffindor gesture it was. It was a bow only the most dangerous and respected Gryffindor's dared use. Anyone else using the gesture would be considered rude and worthy of suspicion.

Remus wariness of the kid grew. He smelled like a predator, was the most dangerous kind of lion, and had scars that he didn't even want to think about. Remus could safely say he was more afraid of this scrawny kid than the host! The fact that he was also classified as a dangerous Gryff and could return the bow gave him only a little comfort.

Snape walked in as the two were regarding each other in silence. He instantly noticed the tense atmosphere, and stayed in the doorway.

Finally, Remus spoke. "Hello. I'm Remus Lupin. Who are you?" To Snape it almost seemed rude the way Remus was so direct. But to be any other way was against Gryffindor decorum.

Hello. I'm T-W-I. Welcome. S-Potion might not tell you as much. May you roar with might. Twi used the sign name he had created for Snape.

Remus blinked again, before replying, "May you roar with might, also."

Now Snape was thoroughly confused. They either already knew each other, or they came from the same place and knew the same customs. "May I ask what this is about?" he growled to no one in particular.

"What do you mean, Severus?" Remus asked quietly. His normally soothing and kind voice suddenly had a hard edge to it. Even if he had put his and Severus's past behind him, Snape was still a Slytherin, and it was against the Law for them to know Gryffindor customs. Snape's eyes widened slightly and he let the matter drop.

Twi and Snape led Remus to the living room, where Twi had surprised Snape in showing hospitality towards the werewolf. He put an old pillow and a few blankets on the couch and bid them both good night. It was getting late, and his scars were starting to hurt.

Snape caught up to Twi in the hall. "What was that all about in the kitchen?" Snape was taken aback when Twi gave him a hard look. The youth turned and entered the guest room, then shut the door, all without answering. Severus was stumped.