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Harry Potter and Co. Belong to Rowling!

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Chapter Seven. Welcome back Mr. Moony.

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Continues the conversation between Moody and the Headmaster…

"I know of a spell that may bring Harry back all on his own but it involves restricted magic so I will need to meet with the Wizengamot for their authorization." The Headmaster told Moody interrupting the Auror's tirade

"Restricted magic? That powerful?"

"That powerful…" Dumbledore nodded looking at his hands. "Discretion would be of the essence. The meeting should be called without anyone but the Wizengamot's knowledge or we might lose the element of surprise."

"I will arrange the meeting and no one will know Headmaster. I guarantee it." Moody promised solemnly before leaving the Headmaster's office.

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The meeting was the next morning at 7am. Dumbledore sat watching the Wizard Elders closely…he needed their support, so much was riding on it.

After much debating the tipping of the scale had been the prophecy. As one of the Wizard elder's had said, "It's tragic but Voldemort's body was never found. We have all heard the whispers of his return; we can't allow the only Wizard capable of bringing about the Dark Lord's demise to enter into a union with a werewolf. We can not add another threat to the Wizarding Community. Better he be gone than in league with a creature of the dark. If Harry Potter can not be called back to the Wizarding World then he will cease to exist."

Dumbledore left the meeting with a heavy but resolute heart. Sacrifices had to be made…the spell would take a lot out of him but he had to do it. He owed it to the Wizarding Community.

Once in Hogwarts he set to work.

The Headmaster held the vial with a sample of Harry's blood. He had often wondered what had possessed him to take the blood before he had left the boy in front of his relatives but now he knew.

Two days later...a couple of miles from Greyback's camp.

Scarfang walked with Blueblood a deer leg strung over his back, the older and much larger werewolf carried the rest. Blueblood was grilling him about smells, it was extremely important that he become more accustomed to discerning smells as it could very well save his life one day.

Scarfang was listening carefully. The young pup had fallen into an interesting routine with the pack. Though he hardly ever saw Greyback during the day, he always slept next to him at night. It was odd really because the Alpha hardly ever spoke to Scarfang except to give him orders which consisted of one word such as: Eat, Sleep, Sit, Yes and Greyback's favorite, No!

The other werewolves always seemed to have an eye on him. It kind of made him feel like a trouble maker that needed to be kept in line but he figured that it could be worse. He could be back with his relatives. Shaking his head he smiled, who would've thought that magic existed and that he was now a werewolf.

Blueblood was keeping a close eye on his charge Greyback had told him to take the pup hunting while he scouted new camp sites with Redfang and Earthpaw. Tire him out had been his exact words.

Blueblood felt for Greyback, things were difficult for the Alpha. His mate was only eleven and would not reach sexual maturity till he turned seventeen or eighteen. Until then the werewolf had to look for company elsewhere, nothing worse than to have your mate next to you and not be able to touch him or her.

Blueblood knew the pup had questions but Greyback was not the talking type and the pack was not about to say anything that might frighten Scarfang. It was a sensitive subject that he did not feel qualified to handle. Blueblood wondered how long it would be before Scarfang figured it out. The pup was not stupid and was starting to piece things together. Just that morning he had asked why he couldn't sleep next to Threeclaw's nephews. Greyback had told him that the pup's place was with him. Scarfang had been about to ask why when Redfang interrupted giving Greyback the opportunity to walk away. Undeterred Scarfang had then gone to find him/Blueblood and asked why his place was with Greyback? Blueblood had feigned confusion and told him that they would be going hunting.

Scarfang had thought that this would be an excellent opportunity to ask Blueblood questions about the looks from the pack, about Greyback's attitude, and about a thousand other things but the older werewolf was proving more of task master than Greyback and had Scarfang so busy that he had had to push the questions aside. Wishing he could understand what was going on he inhaled deeply and began reciting the different smells to Blueblood. He was talking away when something strange happened…a smell…he concentrated… there it was again… he could smell it. He stopped walking and looked behind him…blood?

"What's wrong Scarfang?" Blueblood questioned sniffing the air. Nothing there! Not even the Traitor's scent, the older werewolf thought calmly.

"Nothing Sir..." Scarfang apologized feeling a chill down his spine and the hair at the back of his neck stand.

Blueblood accepted the answer but informed Greyback of it as soon as the werewolf got back from scouting new sites.

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Dumbledore added Harry's blood to the potion and began reciting the spell…if everything went well the boy should be in Hogwarts before the week was out.

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A week later….

Dream sequence.

The man with the red eyes was looking at him…Scarfang whimpered but the man wouldn't look away. He saw his parents and a castle with high towers and ghosts, his parents were there. He was walking to the castle when he heard howling calling him back. He hesitated and began crying. Why were his parents at a castle! He didn't know what to do! He wanted to go home!

Scarfang opened his eyes with a start. Someone had been watching him or had it been a dream? He didn't know but he had a terrible headache. He sat up everyone was asleep including Greyback. Why was he always waking up in the middle of the night? He kicked the furs off and got up grumpily. Licking his lips he took a step towards the cave's entrance. He had walked three steps when he felt someone grab him by his ankle.

Greyback had been woken up by the slight movement next to him and had been surprised to see his cub walking away from him. He stretched his arm and grabbed the cub's ankle easily. Scarfang whimpered and looked down frightened.

"I'm thirsty!" Scarfang said relieved that it wasn't the man with the red eyes.

"Sleep!"

"I'M THIRSTY!" Harry felt like he shouldn't be arguing but he couldn't help it something was burning him from inside and he needed some water.

Greyback sniffed, "Do you feel sick?"

"I wanna go home!" Scarfang announced much to Greyback's annoyance.

"You are home!" Greyback pulled on Scarfang's ankle knocking the cub to the ground and dragging him back to him.

"I wanna go home!" Scarfang shouted kicking at Greyback.

Greyback's nose twitched. Something was wrong? "To your Aunt and Uncle?" He asked.

"HOME! NOW!" Scarfang growled clawing at Greyback's face. Caught of guard the Alpha let go of Scarfang, the pup wasted no time and ran but the two werewolves that had been sleeping by the entrance quickly blocked his way and carried him back to the angry Alpha.

Blueblood was a Wizard that had been turned as an adult so he was able to recognize Scarfang's behavior for what it was and stepped in before Greyback gave the pup a good thrashing. "I can smell magic on him, dark magic. This isn't good Sire we have to break the spell."

An hour later after much growling and scratching Scarfang was finally under control. When Blueblood had tried with Greyback's permission to talk to Scarfang the pup had bared his canines and clawed at the werewolf.

"Break the spell then!" the Alpha ordered angrily. If the werewolf had recognized the pup's condition then he should be able to break the spell, right?

"None of us have that kind of knowledge." Greyback and the pack all knew magic some more than others but they were not dark Wizards no matter what the Wizarding World thought.

"No, but the Traitor does." Threeclaw whispered holding onto one of her nephews protectively.

Greyback growled picking Scarfang up before the pup could wiggle out of his hold. "I'm home!" the pup shouted at Greyback and tried to claw at him. The Alpha was not known for his patience so to see him go out of his way to not hurt the cub was quite a sight. Scarfang had not only scratched and bitten Greyback but was now swearing at him like the best and the Alpha had not so much as raised a hand to him. It was unbelievable!

"Bring him!" The werewolf ordered and the Pack hurried to do the Alpha's bidding. An hour later they walked in and pushed Remus before Greyback and Scarfang.

Remus had been hunting when he had been set upon by three werewolves from the pack and had been dragged back to the camp. He hadn't said a word or even resisted. If he was being brought back it was because Greyback had ordered it.

"You know spells." Greyback stated holding Scarfang close to him.

Remus looked from Harry to Greyback and nodded worriedly. Harry seemed to be asleep but Remus sensed it was not a normal sleep.

"He's been with us for over three weeks. He left his relatives happily now he wants to go home. Why?"

"I have to examine him." Remus looked at the ground his heart was going a hundred miles per minute. Harry needed him! He looked around the whole pack was there, almost sixty werewolves ready to tear him apart if he so much as caused the cub any discomfort.

"He complains he's warm inside. He can apparate exceedingly well I want this stopped before he thinks of it." Scarfang who had been sleeping woke up and was trying to get free.

"Do it quickly!"

Remus pulled his wand out and began a diagnostic spell. When his wand gave off different colored hues that quickly turned red and then black Remus clenched his jaw.

"Black magic!" Remus looked up but Greyback showed no surprise it was as if he had already known. The Wizard cleared his throat and continued, "It's a black spell. I need to see what for though." Remus said crawling over to where Greyback sat with Harry. After a detailed examination Remus sat back and rubbed his eyes. "It's called a blood beckoning spell. Someone is calling him to go back. If he doesn't go he will die."

"YOU NEED BLOOD FOR BLACK MAGIC!" Redfang shouted while the pack moved restlessly about. Contrary to popular belief Werewolves did not like magic and used it only sparingly. This had been one of the reasons Remus had never quite fit in, he had never given up practicing magic while in the pack.

"Exactly. Whoever is doing this has a sample of Scarfang's blood."

"He is mine he will not go!" Greyback growled knocking Remus to the ground with one swat. Remus covered his head and hoped the Alpha would not take Harry's condition out on him.

"I think that's the reason he hasn't gone." Remus explained waiting for the blows that did not come. "He doesn't want to. In his heart he is home. His mind is telling him one thing but his heart is telling him something different."

"Can he continue fighting?"

"If he were an adult maybe but he's a child and even if he is magically powerful he doesn't know how to channel his magic yet…he won't be able to hold off for very long without help."

"What can be done?" Greyback growled unable and unwilling to hold back the werewolf any longer.

Remus saw the eyes change from light blue to amber and the claws elongate but continued talking. "Blood magic was used to beckon him…we can do the same thing. Is he your mate?"

"He will be." Remus nodded in understanding.

"Then we can do a blood bonding spell and that will counteract the spell he's under right now."

"Do it but won't they try another spell?"

"They won't. This spell" Remus said pointing at Harry, "is set to kill him if he doesn't go back." The howling in the cave hit an all time high in savagery. The Alphas's mate was being cursed to die heads would roll! Remus cleared his throat and continued "I think they performed this spell on the assumption that no one here could counter it."

"Keep him here and you will have what you want." Greyback promised quietly.

Remus nodded gratefully, "I'll need help gathering some herbs for the potion that goes with the spell."

"Threeclaw! Go with him! One thing! I want to know who?" Greyback would enjoy killing the one responsible for making his mate suffer.

Remus nodded and got closer, "…Do you wanna go home?" The cub nodded wordlessly.

"Where's home?"

Scarfang wrestled the lie that came to his lips but gave in in the end, "HOGWARTS!"

Remus inhaled sharply Dumbledore!

The pack howled in anger and swore revenge on the Headmaster.

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Dumbledore sat in complete concentration. He could feel the magic pulsating around him and could feel the young boy's weak reluctance and could only smile. Their savior was almost home.

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Remus and Threeclaw worked quickly, both knew exactly what was needed and what was at stake.

The werewolves managed to keep the pup from apparating to Hogwarts by gathering and lending their support to the pair. Scarfang tried to focus on the pack's words and sentiment to keep from slipping into the abyss that seemed to be pulling him away.

Gathering the last two ingredients which was blood from Scarfang and Greyback Remus took the wand out and began the spell. Remus felt the pull from the alien magic around Scarfang and began breaking of the link ...hours later it was time... he handed the cup with the blood and herbs to Threeclaw and she quickly tipped some down Scarfang's throat and then passed the cup to Greyback who gulped it down.

Within minutes Remus heard the rumble of the black magic used on Scarfang begin to pull harder and more violently.

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Dumbledore felt his insides burn with the Harry's refusal to return…he pushed until he felt the spell begin to break. With regret the Headmaster opened his red eyes and whispered the last part of the spell… AVADA KEDRAVRA! Dumbledore sighed tiredly, how had it come to this…?

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The cave crackled with magic. The Pack howled and growled angrily while the young cubs clung to Threeclaw frightened. Remus remained as calm as he could under the circumstances. He continued chanting the counter spell hoping he could keep the killing curse at bay but when he saw the green ray in the cave he knew he hadn't been strong enough.

As soon as he felt the energy surging towards him Scarfang opened his eyes and in a blink of an eye he apparated himself and Greyback away from the curse. The magic unable to find it's target withered and died inside the cave.

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Greyback looked down at Scarfang the pup who was smiling weakly, his little canines showing in earnest. He'd have to speak to him about baring his teeth at werewolves it wouldn't do for others to think he wanted to fight or eat them.

"I made us disappear!"

"Yes. Now take us back to the pack."

"OK." Scarfang nodded and concentrated…a second later they were back in the cave and were being rushed by the other werewolves who for once were allowed to come near Greyback's pup to congratulate them on the escape and bonding, whatever that meant, thought Scarfang tiredly something else to add to his list of questions.

Remus smiled with his mouth closed as did any werewolf who knew better and waited for the Alpha to acknowledge him.

Scarfang was blushing with all the attention and good wishes the pack was offering. It was amazing but he felt so much better. Out of the corner of his eye the cub saw Mr. Moony and smiled teeth and all. Mr. Moony was here! He was so happy and didn't know why until it hit him. Here was someone who could answer his questions. Hadn't he said that he knew his parents? Harry's smile got wider Remus couldn't help but smile back at the pup's innocence. He continued smiling until he saw Greyback looking at him, the werewolf showed his canines so Remus quickly looked down submissively. Greyback nodded curtly and left it at that. Remus was allowed back into the pack.

Later that night Scarfang walked up to Remus after he was sure Greyback was out for another mystery night excursion and offered his small hand, "Welcome back Mr. Moony."

Remus took the hand, "It's good to be back Scarfang."

Scarfang smiled, "Mr. Moony what does bonding mean?"

Remus opened his mouth but then noticed that the cave had suddenly gone very, very quiet…so he closed it. He looked around him and then it hit him...Scarfang didn't know! He looked down at the pup who waited for an answer patiently. Scarfang didn't know!

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It was with a heavy heart that Dumbledore announced to the Wizarding World that Harry James Potter had ceased to exist earlier that day. The child had been killed in an accident as he was being returned to the Wizarding Community by his muggle relatives. Wizards around the world mourned for the-boy-who-lived.

That year a stone was stolen from Gringotts and months later sightings of he-who-must-not-be-named and Peter Pettigrew began. As a result Sirius Black was released from Azkhaban when proof was found that he had not murdered Pettigrew or anyone else. The Wizard unfortunately was not very stable and became a recluse.

Having inherited the Potter Fortune after Harry died Lord Black was among the wealthiest Wizards in the Wizarding World. Unfortunately wealth meant nothing to him. He had lost everything that counted, his best friends and his Godson he had nothing to live for or so he thought. Eleven months later an old friend whom he had been led to believe as dead apparated at his doorstep.

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Note: The story will start jumping years ahead in the next chapters. Scarfang will start going through a personality transformation brought about by his inner werewolf and inner Harry... (Wicked giggle!)

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