A/N- Well according to my doc manager I haven't uploaded a new chapter in 10 days. So here we go! I have to say, I'm liking the Tom in this story. He's much more lighthearted than I've ever written him before. Also, there's a cliffhanger. If you follow my work you'll understand that I don't usually leave you all with cliffies but this time, for whatever reason, I couldn't help myself. So please forgive me and I'm hoping that the cliffie will inspire a more rapid writing so that you aren't all stuck waiting too long.

Curiously, I've only got one negative review so far. I was told that the introduction of Voldemort/Tom and Fenrir was "revolting". I'm going to presume they meant Voldemort not being innately evil. It's rather amusing, I think. Albus Dumbledore does some stuff in this chapter, and Remus Lupin appears. Did I mention the cliffie? There's a cliffie.

Disclaimer- I really don't own Harry Potter. I'm just playing with the characters. All the rights to Harry Potter belong to a woman with an amazing imagination named JK Rowling and a few corporations.


Dumbledore didn't send anymore letters in the days leading up to the full moon. Harry and Hermione continued their work on the potion to return the two older men to their youth and the night that they were to transform they portkeyed to the land near the Forest of Dean. They undressed and Harry smiled at her, "What?"

"Just…the way the moon hits your skin…it just makes you even more beautiful."

"You are too much," she shook her head and pulled him to her to kiss him, "I love you."

"I love you," he pulled away as they began to transform.

Hermione glanced at Harry; his wolf form was black fur and he was bigger than her, but not by much. He bumped her head with his and flicked her muzzle with his tongue. She returned the nuzzle before rising up on her hind legs to push him. They ran around the clearing, playing with one another.


Fenrir gazed at Tom for a long moment before leaping at him and sinking his fangs into his lover's shoulder. The pain in his shoulder was certainly not as bad as the horcruxes, and Tom relaxed as he transformed. Like Harry, he was a black wolf. Fenrir, like his name, was grey. He was also much larger than Tom. After the transformation Tom followed Fenrir into the woods, acting on instinct.


Running through the forest filled Harry with exhilaration. Every once in awhile Hermione stopped and knocked him to the forest floor and they rolled around, playing with one another. The sheer freedom was almost overwhelming his senses. He felt even freer than he did flying. He'd also never seen Hermione so playful and it was fantastic to see her just completely unwinding in a way other than in their bedroom.


The couple woke at dawn curled up together, extremely exhausted. "That was wicked," Harry grinned.

"Let's get dressed and go home. It's too cold out." She stood and stretched and Harry's eyes wandered over her body, "Harry come on."

"Sorry I got distracted by my sexy mate," he stood and kissed her before they got dressed and, holding one another, returned to Grimmauld Place.


It wasn't until three in the afternoon that either couple was really conscious. Harry woke first and stretched before sitting upright in their bed, "Winky?"

"Winky is heres. Is Master and Mistress okays?"

"It was amazing and so much fun," Harry grinned at the memories, "but I'm starving. Could you make us some breakfast or lunch depending on what time it is?"

"Of courses!" Without another word Winky vanished.

He turned to look at Hermione, who was awake and gazing at him, "Sleep well love?"

"Slept wonderfully," she sat up and kissed him, "last night was amazingly fun."

"And we get to do it again tonight and tomorrow night," he smiled. "Want a shower?"

"Sure but you're helping. Knocking me into the mud," she got up and walked to the bathroom.

"You knocked me into a thicket of brambles!" Harry called out as he climbed out of the bed. "I probably still have some in my hair," he muttered.

"Next time just admit that I'm the one in charge in our relationship and I won't resort to such violence," she stuck her head out of the bathroom door and stuck her tongue out at him. Harry ran his tongue over his lips as he entered the bathroom. He didn't know when Hermione became so playful but he was certainly enjoying it.


Tom rubbed his head. "You alright?" Fenrir asked.

"I've been through worse," he went to the bathroom and drank a headache potion. "Wonder how the younger ones did last night."

"I'm sure they had fun," Fenrir stretched before moving to the bathroom, "I'm going to take a shower."

"I don't appreciate the mud," Tom said, pointing to Fenrir's back.

"Hey you're the one that knocked me into it. Your own fault."

Tom rolled his eyes then smiled. Despite Fenrir's surliness after he turned (being a leader of a pack seemed to exhaust him the night of the full moon since he had to make sure everyone was safe), this felt amazing. He'd never before felt so…normal. Just a normal couple, albeit werewolves, who were just going about relatively everyday activities. It was so deliciously normal. He glanced over his body. Some cuts, some bruises, and the bite mark on his shoulder were the most noticeable injuries. He too was a bit muddy. "Move to the side, wolf-man. I need to get clean. And you owe me. My injuries hurt." Tom was pretty sure he heard Fenrir mumble something about 'licking the pain away' as he entered the shower, Fenrir's back to him.


The two teens found themselves able to interact much easier as they showered and then ate a late but very filling lunch. The urge to hump one another almost constantly seemed to have dissipated. "We didn't have sex in wolf form, I wonder why we're okay today."

"Maybe we should ask Fenrir," Hermione suggested. "I do find it odd. A relief, but odd." Harry could understand that. When wolves mated it was aggressive, vicious; Harry would describe it as simply fucking. Harry and Hermione, on the other hand, were much more gentle and tender with one another, making love and savoring each other's body and presence. "We did get very good at ignoring it though."

"We have sex pretty regularly love; I wouldn't be surprised if that had something to do with it."

She nodded at his reasoning before they went to work more on the potion. They wouldn't see Tom or Fenrir until the full moon had passed, leaving them with plenty of time to work on the potion to make the two older men seventeen again. She rather hoped it could be a Christmas present to them both.


Albus Dumbledore had obliviated the Order and implanted a memory that Harry and Hermione had run off without even a letter to ease the questions he'd been asked thirty-plus times. Of course this led to Molly Weasley screaming about promises that Harry go to Ginny and how dare the Muggleborn get in the way. The old man sighed. He just couldn't win sometimes. He'd received word from his spies within the Order that Bellatrix Lestrange had been found dead, her throat eviscerated by fangs. It was unknown whether it was a werewolf or vampire. The woman's body was savaged almost beyond recognition. Only her head remained moderately intact. Lucius Malfoy had been found strung up in the Ministry also deceased, only the note pinned to him read, in his own handwriting: I am a murdering rapist bastard who cares only for myself and has paid off Cornelius Fudge and various other politicians. The memories of these bribes can be located in the vial in my pocket. The goblins of Gringotts have the transactions. I have no regrets for my deeds and must pay for my crimes.

The Chief Warlock was concerned. Someone had made him write that. But he had no way to know who. It wasn't Voldemort, and he was certain this level of magic was beyond Harry. Something was going on and Albus Dumbledore didn't know what. He didn't like that.


Remus Lupin sat in his small dilapidated cottage. He was feeling very guilty. Harry Potter was the only son of his best friends Lily and James Potter. Lily, the girl who had never cared that he was a werewolf and been his friend. She had studied with him in the library on many an occasion and when she figured out he was a werewolf she'd just smiled and hugged him. James had even become an animagus for him once he figured out that his friend was a werewolf. Those two people were two of the only people to not see his lycanthropy as something to be feared. They were two of the only people to ever accept him as a member of the family. And Remus' gratitude had been to hide from their son after they died. He hadn't looked out for Harry. He hadn't protected Harry. He'd been at Hogwarts and hadn't even told Harry that he had known Harry's parents. For twelve years he was out of Harry's life and then as soon as Harry willingly let him in he'd vanished from his life again.

Remus got up and looked in the mirror. He did not like what he saw. If Harry would accept his apology and give him another chance Remus Lupin would do everything he could to never be unworthy of that chance. Still, there was the matter of how to contact Harry. He remembered Harry talking about a house elf he freed that had taken a liking to him but what was his name? Dolby? Darby? Dobby? Yes, that was it, Dobby. Hoping that this worked Remus Lupin called out, "Dobby!"


When the full moon finally passed Harry and Hermione were left feeling pretty good. While Remus Lupin was always sore after transforming, they felt invigorated. When they arrived at the former lair of Voldemort they had Kreacher with them. Kreacher scanned Tom before confirming that he was free of any enchantments. Relieved that the enchantments were removed Harry and Hermione drafted a letter to the Order. This one would not be sent to Albus Dumbledore. No, not at all. They did, however, include the drafts of their previous letters. Harry was certain that Dumbledore would either not tell the Order or would in fact obliviate their knowledge.

As they prepared the letter, with Tom offering things to add here and there within it, Harry was still wondering what to do about Remus Lupin. There was a part of Harry that was adamantly refusing to offer him another chance. Forget second chance; Remus had had an untold number of chances and ignored each of them. There was another part that said that Remus had firmly placed himself into the Dumbledore camp and that he hated his lycanthropy while the four people in the 'lair' (Tom refused to call it anything other than that and they didn't argue) had not just embraced being werewolves but enjoyed it. Finally there was a very small part that reminded Harry that Remus was the last link to his parents aside from his Aunt Petunia who Hermione still intended to go 'talk' to. Harry was actually a little concerned for his aunt. Hermione was protective of him before they were werewolves. Now it was even more intense.

Hermione looked at him, "Harry if you need to talk to him then do it." He looked at her and smiled. She knew him so well.

"What if he betrays us again?"

"Ask for an oath, or ask him to just sit and listen and tell him everything. About Snape getting me bit, about you wanting to be bit to be with me; if you want I can be with you when you talk to him."

He sighed, "That'd be great. I just…we need to know he won't go to Dumbledore. He did reach out before we've told everyone so I guess that counts for something."

She ran her hand through his hair, "Now that we have that taken care of get over here and finish writing the letter. We can use a duplication charm but Tom and I can't copy your handwriting."

Harry grinned, "Why I don't believe it. Hermione Granger admitting she can't do something."

"Oh stuff it," she muttered, though she smiled when he kissed her on the cheek.


Remus Lupin looked at the letter that had arrived:

To the Order (minus Dumbledore)-

Hermione and I would like to take this opportunity to state the reason we left Hogwarts. It's rather simple, actually. Severus Snape, spy and first rate bastard, gave my Hermione detention in the Forbidden Forest, making her gather potions ingredients for him. He then left her there alone and, conveniently, Hermione was then attacked by a werewolf. She was bit and transformed that night.

The next day I noticed she'd been gone for most of the day and looked all over for her. I finally found her in 'our spot'. After a long conversation in which she told me about becoming a werewolf I summoned the courage to ask her to be my girlfriend. That night she bit me when she transformed after I asked her to. Yes, that's right. I, Harry James Potter, wanted to become a werewolf.

Now we come to the good part. You see, neither Hermione nor I are permitted to attend Hogwarts anymore according to the laws of Magical Britain. Albus Dumbledore voted for that legislation. Indeed, he's already stated in multiple letters to us that Hermione is 'dangerous' and that she needs to be kept away from others. Since he feels so adamant about this, it goes without saying that I am no longer welcome at Hogwarts either. I too am a werewolf, and my mate and I are very, very happy together.

So now you know our 'secret'. Dumbledore's known about Hermione but he hasn't known about me. I'm not ashamed. I'm proud of being a werewolf and I'm proud to have Hermione as my mate. These past weeks have been the greatest of my life.

-HJP

His initials. Harry hadn't even signed the letter. And it was obviously a letter sent to multiple people. Suddenly there was a loud crack and Remus turned to see Dobby the house elf, this time in an outfit with a large 'S' logo that Remus recognized as the Superman logo. "Dobby?"

"Master Harry and Mistress Hermione is going to give Mister Moony one final chance on behalf of Master Harry's parents and dogfather. Mistress Hermione says if youse is hurting Master Harry again she is flaying youse alive."

Remus nodded eagerly, "I understand Dobby. I won't hurt them."


Dobby delivered Remus to Grimmauld Place to see the two teens sitting at the kitchen table with two others. He didn't recognize the first, but he recognized the second, "Greyback!"

Harry stood and got between the two, "Fenrir is on our team. In fact he's been more helpful than anyone else ever has to the two of us. So you behave yourself."

Hermione smiled at Harry. She knew that they both were rather…protective of Tom and Fenrir. It was understandable. All four of them had felt or been alone most of their lives. "Remus we're risking alot by letting you be here. You need to make a decision. Are you on Dumbledore's side or ours?"