Disclaimer: Don't own anything. Well, actually I do, I own...okay, let's not digress. I don't own the characters, except the two new werewolves.

Author's Note: I apologise in advance: this chapter is really short, I admit it, but hey it comes sooner, that's something, right? right? has to cover under the table. Well, fine you don't have to read it pouts, just wait for the next chappie, no-one's forcing you...

Since no-one is going to read it anyway, I'll leave out the sign explanations this time, they're quiet useless really. No emphasis, no thoughts and no Parseltongue in this chapter. Sorry to those who wanted Voldie to make an appearance, but he has work to do (at least that's what he says) and two certain emerald green eyes always steal his concentration (and make him horny, not that he would ever admit it), so be patient.

And to those who're still going to read this chapter, enjoy! You others can just go, don't need you- nope! You could review though, since you don't have anything better to do...

7. HELPING WEREWOLVES

Harry hated to travel with Floo Powder, all this spinning and the dust, apart from the landing of course. He always wondered, how Sirius and Remus made it seem so easy to swing out gracefully, hell, he would be glad if he only landed on his feet!

"Thanks, Remus", he muttered, as he lifted him up to his feet again, "Mr. and Mrs. Thompson?"

"Yes, and who are you and what are you doing in our house", barked a wiry man with large hands and a slightly bald head.

"I'm here to speak to you about your daughter", he responded firmly, "And I am Harry Potter."

"Harry Potter?", piped the rather small and chubby woman next to him, "Do you see him, Ed? It really is the boy-who-lived... It's an honour to have you here, Harry- I can call you Harry, can't I?- what can we do for you."

"First, I would like you to speak to me and not about me, as if I was some new sofa. Second, I ask you to not call me Harry, because we just met and I don't think, I will like you too much. Third, you will apologise to the two gentlemen next to me for your impoliteness earlier. Fourth, I want you to show me to your daughter's room and fifth- and that's the most important point, so listen up- you will help your daughter to the best of your abilities and you won't ever treat her like a monster", Harry demanded, staring them down, "And if you were wondering, what would happen, if you didn't do what I ask of you... Let me tell you that there is a very good reason, why some people are afraid of me."

"Ehm,...", the couple was at a loss of words.

"I would show him to your daughter's room", Remus suggested helpfully.

"The second door up the stairs on the left", the man croaked, before his knees gave out under him and he dropped on a pillow, Damian had provided.

"Thank you so much", Harry twittered and went upstairs.

The house was nothing compared to Malfoy Manor and Harry could almost understand, why the family had demanded money. The tapestries were yellowed and he noticed one corner were it began to peel. The steps were worn away and you could guess that many feet had walked and jumped and ran up and down. Everything seemed dilapidated or as if nobody had cared in a long time to furbish it up. The second door had a sign with the name 'Tanea' and a few paintings on it and was firmly shut.

Harry knocked, but didn't get a reply. Sighing he entered. His steps were nearly inaudible, thanks to the many years spent with the Dursleys. But even if he had stomped so loudly, that Hagrid would go green with envy, the girl, who had her head buried in a pillow and was crying, wouldn't have noticed. "Tanea?", he asked gently, sitting down next to the young werewolf on the bed, "I know that isn't easy for you, but this won't help you..."

"You don't know anything...", the blond mop of hair sobbed, "You don't know what it is like to be bitten. He destroyed my whole life. My family hates me and my friends surely won't want to deal with me anymore. My whole life is over. I'm not even human anymore, I'm a monster. I'll be alone."

"No", Harry replied gently, "Your family loves you, but they as well have to get used to you being a werewolf. They're afraid that they won't be able to support you as much as they want to and that you'll suffer, while they can't do anything to ease your pain. Your friends won't desert you, because of this and if they do they don't deserve your friendship anyway and you can make new friends, when you come to Hogwarts. And believe me, in Hogwarts there're so many people with different opinion, who hate each other, that it's quite impossible to be hated by everyone. And if you manage the impossible, you got my promise that I'll still be there for you. You may not realise this, but you also got a new family. I don't know nearly as much as Remus about this, but the loyalty and friendship inside of werewolf packs is legendary and they'll always look after you. Sure, you will transform once a month and I won't tell you that it's half as bad as you make it out to be, because it isn't, but the Wolfsbane Potion is a vast improvement and it will help you to get through. Professor Snape is one of the best current Potion's Masters and I'm certain that I can persuade him to make it for you so that you'll keep a human mind all the time. So you see, you won't be alone. And I won't have you referring to yourself or other werewolves as monsters. We can't undo the bite, that's a fact and you have to accept it or it will eat you from the inside out. Please, I don't expect you to be happy about this, but at least try to come to terms with it and let Damian apologise to you. Please,..."

There was a strained silence in which Tanea finally lifted her head and stopped crying, her eyes going wide as she saw who sat next to her: "You're Harry Potter, you're... were you being honest?"

"Of course", the green-eyed wizard smiled warmly, "How about we go downstairs now and talk with your parents and Damian?"

"Okay", the young werewolf mumbled, hesitantly getting up.

They walked silently down to meet the others who sat stiffly in the living room. Well, the Thompsons and Damian sat stiffly, that is, while Remus was bustling around, making tea and cleaning up the house.

Harry smiled slightly and led Tanea to sit next to her parents opposite the blue-eyed werewolf: "Remus, could you take a seat for a moment?"

He nodded and sat down near the fireplace in a maroon-coloured chair.

"Tanea, I wanted to tell you how sorry I am", the young werewolf began, after Harry had given him a sign to commence, "I can understand that won't make it up to you, but I can't offer you much more. I'm training to become a healer, so I haven't got that much money. However, I should be finished soon and then I will try to compensate you for what I've done. And if you still can stand to see me after this, I'll be glad to help you to get used to this. I'm really sorry all this happened and..."

"It's okay. I accept your apology", replied the brown-eyed girl timidly, "And I would appreciate it, if you could help me to understand what I am. I read a book once, but it wasn't really informative and I would like to be as prepared as possible for the next full moon."

"Damian and I will help you and I have a few books for you to read", agreed Remus, "The next full moon is still a while away and when you come to Hogwarts, there are already precautions so that you won't hurt anyone. We'll both make sure to be there and how I know Harry he'll be there, too."

"Of course, I will", exclaimed Harry, "And I'll make Professor Snape make the potion for all of you, I'm sure he'll be delighted. Mrs. and Mr. Thompson, if you really need money, you can owl me and I'll do something. The same goes for you, Damian. And Tanea, if you ever need someone to talk to, I have two perfectly efficient ears and I'm willing to use them. If there aren't any further questions or requests, Remus and I will take our leave now..."

"I think we'll be fine", said the young healer, "Thank you so much, Mr. Potter, if I can ever do anything for you, don't hesitate to call me."

"Harry, you can call me Harry", responded the boy, "In fact all of you can, I'm sorry about my outburst earlier, Mrs. and Mr. Thompson, I was a little hot tempered."

"I guess you had the right to be", smiled Mrs. Thompson, "Our reaction wasn't the best."

"Thanks for coming, Harry", said the blonde girl quietly, "You helped me a lot and I hope I'll see you soon."

"Not a problem", answered the dark-haired wizard, "Have a nice day, everyone."

With that said, he threw a bit of Floo Powder into the fire and stepped in, stating Malfoy Manor as his destination.

I already apologised still sits under the table waves with white flag. But you could write me short reviews, couldn't you? Or long reviews to make me feel guilty so that the next chapter will be longer... Either, way, could you stop throwing things at me!