Raven's second winter at the sanctuary was turning out to be eventful, but not at the sanctuary. This year Charlie had no excuses to not go home, to the newly built Burrow, for Christmas. And of course, Hermione had demanded that he bring Raven with him, setting off an avalanche of questions.

Who is Raven?

How do you know him?

How did you meet?

Do you work with him at the sanctuary?

Do you share the cabin with him?

How long have you been together?

Were you ever going to tell us?

Why didn't you tell us about him?

How serious are the two of you?

And so it went on and on.

Charlie and Raven both had a good laugh over Molly Weasley assuming they were a couple, just because they lived and worked together. The two men had sat down and after a very long, very embarrassing discussion, had decided to let everyone assume that they were a couple. Neither of them wanted to have Molly focus her match-making abilities, on them and were prepared to suffer together. They planned to tell Molly that they wouldn't be considering a wedding, not until Raven had his Mastery in Charms, and as he was only halfway there…?

But the down side was that there was no way to get out of attending. Not this year. So, with a bit of persuasion and a whole lot of fast talking, Raven and Charlie were going to Christmas with the Weasley family, but they would be staying at Reaper's Run in Scotland and apparating to the Burrow just in time for lunch. They'd discussed floo-ing to Clayman's Keep or Fred and George's, but they'd put off agreeing until the last minute and Raven forgot to get the floo connected.

So here they were. Standing at on the far side of the orchard, looking at the place. It wasn't quite as bad, but you could still only call it 'interesting'. The house was a punch in the gut for Raven, it looked very similar to his memories, maybe not a ramshackle, but it was once again, a multi-level lopsided building. With the sounds of song and laughter echoing across the field, Raven was standing, just basking in the warm it exuded.

"Come on, Rave. It's no good just standing here. It won't get any easier." Charlie smiled at the younger man, dropping an arm around his shoulders.

"Yeah." Raven sighed. "Let's go."

The two men crossed the orchard and went through the gap in the hedge. Into the yard, Raven followed Charlie, clinging to his friend. As they reached the door, Charlie lifted his arm from Raven's shoulders but knowing how hard this trip promised to be for him, Charlie held out a hand which Raven grabbed. He offered a small smile and squeezed the redhead's hand.

"Mum?" Charlie called, as he opened the door. "We're here."

"Oh Charlie, there you are, dear. This must be Raven, how lovely to meet you, Raven. Come on in. Time for a spot of tea?" Molly bustled around the kitchen, putting the kettle on the wood range.

"Mum. It's almost lunchtime. Give it a rest, will you, please?" Charlie begged.

"Oh, very well. Go see to your brothers, Fred and George are out the front, keep them out of my kitchen. I know they're hoping that you two brought brooms, they're almost desperate for a game. Go on, now." Charlie's mum gave each of them a hug and shooed them through the kitchen, passed the living room with it's comfortable looking sofas and out the door on the far side of the house.

Outside, Raven was pleased to the twins and Ron zipping around the field that the burrow called a front yard. What they were playing, was anyone's guess.

"Raven." A voice said from off to his left.

"Hermione." Raven took the few steps over and without a thought to how it would look, he scooped the woman off her feet, hugging her tightly. "Hermione." He said again, his voice catching.

Hermione looked over his shoulder and saw the not-pleased look on Ron's face as he landed.

"Oh, Raven." She hugged him, but threw a smile to Ron and beckoned him over. "Raven, come on. I'm glad to see you, too. Come meet Charlie's brothers." Hermione threw a quick glance at Charlie.

Charlie ambled over and gently disengaged Raven's arms from around the woman and enclosing the young man in his arms.

"Hey 'mione. How ya doing? When're you coming to visit us?"

"Not while you're in that dinky little cabin, Charlie, that's for sure." She responded tartly.

"But 'mione…" Raven whined.

"No, Raven. I told you. I'm not sleeping on the couch. I want a proper bed, a decent bed, not a couch." Hermione scolded.

Raven pouted, until someone cleared their throat. He turned to look and came face to face with Ron. A prosperous and tidy, Ron Weasley. Raven blinked and stepped closer to Charlie, who tucked Raven further under his arm.

"Rave? This is my youngest brother, Ron. He went to Hogwarts with Hermione." Charlie started.

"We were in Gryffindor together." Ron added.

"Really? What was that like? I was… home schooled. My… family didn't… want to… let me go."

Raven paused in the appropriate places, Ron might not be the smartest bloke out there, but he was good at reading between the lines. And Raven had given him all the clues needed for him to work out that Raven's family didn't want him to go, but not for positive reasons. Ron shared a look with Charlie, the older brother using the signs they'd developed that said something was bad, not good, nasty, abusive or beaten. Ron nodded and replied with the sign that asked if a parent should be told, to which Charlie gave a subtle thumbs up.

"Eh, it was good, but it had it's down sides, too, sharing a bathroom, too many people snoring. Glad Charlie brought ya, mate. He's been rattling on about you, for months, we'd begun to wonder whether he was making ya up. Welp. I better give mum a hand. You, uh… wanna take my broom and have a fly?"

Raven glanced at Charlie, trying to work out what had just happened.

"Nah, Ron, we'll wait until after lunch." Charlie replied.

"No worries." Ron leant his broom against the house and headed inside.

Raven waited until the door closed, before he turned Charlie.

"Alright, Snitch… what just happened. Ron was all 'belligerent Gryffindor' and then suddenly he's 'compassionate Hufflepuff'. What the hell?" Raven grimaced.

"Ah… I… when we were kids, Bill and I made up some signs, we taught the younger kids… and I… I might have used the signs that suggest your home life was… not good and may have been abused or beaten."

"Charlie." Raven sighed.

"Do you really want Mum fussing over you? What Ron's telling her, right now, will give you a bit of breathing room. We've done this before, mate." As the twins had landed and were heading in their direction, Charlie began to use general phrases. "There were a couple of boys in Gryffindor that we did this with, Lee, Cormac, Ollie and Harry. It just meant that Mum didn't go overboard with the motherly fussing."

Raven shook his head at the information.

"Thank merlin for that."

"Boys! Lunch!" Molly's voice rang out.

"Let's go eat, yeah?" Charlie pulled Raven into his arms and gave him a gentle hug. "It'll be alright, Rave. You'll see."

The twins pushed each other and Charlie, laughing and joking. Raven pretended to not notice when Charlie, Ron and the twins exchanged hand-signals for a few minutes, the atmosphere dulling, slightly. But it didn't last long.

After the best meal Raven had had since Harry had sat at Molly's table last, the table was exchanged for the living room. He'd missed this, Christmas' with the Weasley's, the fun, the laughter, the games, the gentle teasing. Even so, he was glad that whatever Ron had told Molly and probably Arthur, made them give him some distance. He had no trouble being around large groups of people, it was just people that wanted to get up close and personal that he had trouble with. One or two, fine, but when they just kept coming? Ugh. That was when he tended to debunk and take off.

Here though, Charlie pulled him down onto a loveseat and he felt quite comfortable snuggled up to the other dragon-handler. So much so, that when it was time for gifts, while Raven felt that sense of the ridiculous spark, he couldn't be bothered to move. Fred was the one to hand Raven a bulky but soft gift. Raven waited until he was turning away to speak.

"Thanks Gred." He whispered, knowing that Fred would hear but due to the noise levels in the house, he wouldn't be certain of exactly what was said.

Opening the paper to find a hand knitted jumper, Raven smiled and thanked Molly, sitting up to pull off the zippered sweater and pull on the lovely soft, jumper in a beautiful deep forest green.

"Nice one, mum." Charlie cheered. "It matches his eyes."

"Aww, so sweet." The twins teased.

"Ah git out of it ya mugs, you're just jealous." Charlie growled.

The pair just laughed, as they left the house.

"Well, I think it's lovely that Charlie's found someone that can compete with his bloody dragons." Bill said.

Charlie snickered.

When the laughter quietened down Charlie and Raven exchanged glances.

"I need a bit of fresh air, Snitch." Raven said, giving the impression that he was a little anxious.

"Yeah, I know. You said you wanted to as the twins something? Why don't you go see them? Knowing them, they're in the shed in the corner of the orchard. I'll come find you in a bit." Charlie raised a hand and rested it against Raven's neck, his fingers spread and his thumb gently stroked around Raven's jaw.

Raven smiled, his hand holding Charlie's against his face, a light squeeze and Raven stood, winding his way through the house.

The conversation inside turned serious the second he was outside.

"Alright Charlie? Explain why Ron came in and said Raven was like Lee and Cormac." Molly asked immediately.

"He's a Rowan-ash, Mum and he's a parseltongue." There was silence. "Yeah, that kinda says it all."

"Detail, Charlie, I want details. Now."

"I can only give you so much. Raven's a very private person, Mum. They kept him home, his birth was never registered, he lived like a house-elf. All because he was different. Cameron Rowan-ash, do you remember anything about him?" When there were only head shakes, Charlie explained. "Cameron went to Hogwarts in '81, but he got sick over the Christmas break, as far as Hogwarts and the ministry know, Cameron never recovered enough to go back to school, but the family history, that Raven uncovered after his parents died, suggests that Cameron was killed because he was a parselmouth. Raven wasn't killed but that was only because his mother begged for his life. He lived with the house-elves, he never left the house, never went outside without a parent."

"Oh god." Ginny whispered.

"When his father died, everything was left to one of Raven's cousins, who was dumbfounded to find him, living in the attic. Marcus took him out of the attic and gave him a room of his own, raised him, loved him, trained him. But the Death-Eaters came, the house was destroyed and Marcus told Raven to go to Gringotts, Marcus was hurt badly and knew he was dying, but he still ordered Raven out. It took Raven 3 days to get to Diagon Alley and Gringotts and another 4 days before the goblins were satisfied with their evidence. After that he got his OWLs and NEWTs and listening to one of the few humans friends he had, a muggleborn witch, he applied to the sanctuary." Charlie continued.

"Good heavens. The poor lad." Arthur commented.

"Yeah. Because of the issues with his health, his lack of identification and the fact that he was the only living Rowan-ash and that made him the Head of House? It was discussed with the Head of Gringotts London branch and he was offered a suite within Gringotts until all the issues were resolved. He stayed with them until the second half of June. By then the Head of House stuff was sorted and he had his OWLs and NEWTs, with a recommendation for Mastery with teaching credentials. While he was at Gringotts, his witch friend was told he was there, she came to visit him… they'd met they one summer, after Raven's parents died." He looked at Hermione and raised an eyebrow.

She frowned and nodded.

"She tried to summon him a snake and got him a Cherry Blossom dragon instead." He paused. "Didn't you, Hermione?" Everyone froze and slowly they turned to look at her.

"It was after Harry selected for the Tri-Wizard Tournament. He would sneak into the forest to see the dragons."

"Like Harry." Ron said.

"Yeah. But Harry preferred to talk to the dragons, whereas Raven was just as happy to talk to the handlers, too." Charlie answered.

"So, Hermione made a mistake and summoned an extinct dragon?" Bill asked.

"Yep, but they're not classified as extinct anymore, the sanctuary has over eight thousand, now, and in the next few months, we're going to start two new sanctuaries. One in Japan and another in Canada, definitely. Plus, there's an application for a third in southern New Zealand, too." Charlie added.

"Wow. Talk about the right kind of mistake, Hermione." Ginny grinned.

"Yeah, Raven took what I did and ran with it. He created a new summoning charm, he saved nearly seven thousand dragons and he did it in, how long, Charlie?"

"It took him three hours to write the charm, two weeks to get a space ready and five minutes to cast the summons."

Outside Raven had found the shed, but he was stalking back and forth muttering to himself, half the orchard away, when there was a crash from inside the shed and a startled cry.

His head lifted sharply, but there was nothing to see. He was still undecided on whether he should tell the twins but began the trek through the trees, anyway, the cry putting his DADA and dragon handling senses on max power. Which turned out to be a good thing as a ball of something, with wings attached, darted towards Raven.

"Catch it!" A voice cried.

Raven's hands flew out and his fingers found a purchase, when he brought his hand down, he looked at the thing in his hands. At first he thought it was a snitch, but when he moved his fingers, he realised it was actually a doll. A fairy doll, but obviously something had gone wrong.

"Thanks, mate." Fred said, grabbing the toy and darting back into the depths of the shed.

Then the most diabolical thought occurred to him and the son of a Marauder gave in to his training by a second pair of Marauders. He followed Fred into the shed, stopping a few feet inside the door.

There was a huge table, it was strewn with papers and parchments. A familiar sight met his eyes.

The Marauder's Map.

≈I think it's time they knew. He hissed to himself in parseltongue.

The twins turned around, fast, their eyes a little wild.

"Was that…?"

"Parseltongue? Yes." Raven stated absently picking up a, seemingly, blank piece of parchment.

He pretended not to see the twins eyes flick from him to the parchment in his hand. It wasn't the standard Map and he was curious.

"What's this, then?"

"Eh, nothing much, just something we're working on." George was a study in indifference. And he was failing.

"Really? What's it do?"

"Nothing, yet." Fred leapt in.

"Hmm…" Raven pulled out a wand and tapped the page.

Nothing happened.

"Ah… mate?" George started.

Raven tapped it again.

"I solemnly swear I am up to no good." Raven smirked as he spoke.

Both twins froze. They looked at him and neither moved or spoke.

"Nothing to say?" Raven asked.

Silence.

"Doesn't your 'silent investor' rate even a 'hello', guys?"

The twins crept forward like they were approaching a prank about to go off.

"BOO!" Raven slapped his hands together and both twin jumped and screamed, just slightly.

"Harry." George whispered.

The pair wrapped him in their arms and hung on for grim death, their breaths sobbing in their chests. Eventually Fred drew back.

"Harry bloody Potter." He whispered again.

"Raven Raphael Rowan-ash." Raven corrected.

"Wha?" George asked.

"Raven Raphael Rowan-ash." Raven said again.

"I… don't understand." Fred frowned.

"Harry Potter is dead, Fred. I am Raven Rowan-ash."

"Yeah, but-"

"No, George, no buts. That's the way it is and that's the way it's going to stay." Raven's voice was quiet, but so very hard.

"Why?" Fred asked.

"You heard what Ginny had planned?"

"Yeah, but-"

"But… how many others were planning a similar thing? How many plans were there for other things? What about the ministry? What about the Prophet? Would any of them leave me alone? What about friends? Other than the DA, Hermione and you Weasley's, how could I ever be certain that my friends were my friends and not friends of the Boy-Who-Lived? How many people only saw me as that? Even Ginny and your mum got blinded by it."

Fred and George sighed. There was no positive answer.

"Yeah, so Hermione and I made plans of our own. We planned for Harry Potter to die. That meant a trip to Gringotts, where we met with-"

For the next hour Raven brought the twins up to date with Harry and Hermione's plans, With the changes that Harry made to ensure that no one would doubt their plans, that no one would think to look to deep. Of how Raven was born, of his public history. He explained about Opal and how Hermione's mistake had given Raven the basis to create a multi-creature summons and saved an entire species. Not once, but twice as Raven had used the charm to save the last 122 of the Kamchatkan Water Dragons. And how Alexi and his friends had used a time distortion charm to summon dying water dragons from the past, healing them and adding them to their water dragon breeding program.

Then it was the turn of the twins to catch Raven up on their friends and associates.

"Shall we do it in the same order as Harry's will, brother mine?" Fred asked with a smirk.

"No, in order of importance, Gred." George replied. "Andromeda is well. She's been the primary carer for little Teddy for the last six months. Tonks… she… she died, Raven. Her second pregnancy went wrong, it wasn't picked up until too late. Her little girl was in St Mungo's for weeks. Remus isn't taking it well. He's lost his pack. Yes, he's still got Teddy and Titania, but they can't help during the full moon and it's getting worse. Raven, I don't think he's going to see next Christmas."

Raven just looked at George, as tears ran down his face.

"Draco is good, he, Ron, Neville, Bill, Ginny joined us in creating a trust to help those left orphaned or homeless after the Battle. Heroes-Unsung, we called it. Draco came up with it, we all put in money and he and Ron run it. We bought up all the empty shops in Diagon and the empty homes in Hogsmeade. The shops we rented out, but the homes, we let families stay in them during school holidays, some kids didn't have parents any more and some families lost their children, we've been pairing them up, during holidays. Some of the older students went back to Hogwarts for an eighth year, of them, some have gone to further study, that scholarship yo- Harry set up, it's got some use, five people so far. And some of others have ventured out and started their own businesses. They're the ones that we rent out the shops to, for only a little more than the maintenance and costs." Fred told him.

"That's brilliant, guys, absolutely brilliant." Raven breathed.

"Yeah, Ron's one of the managers, he's in charge of Diagon side and Draco's in charge of the residential side. Between them, they're the face of Heroes-Unsung and it's doing great." George added.

"Even turning a profit. Inside the first year, Unsung had repaid our initial investment and we all decided that even though we are the owners, the shareholders, we weren't going to take the profits. It all goes back into Unsung. It employs 10 people fulltime, Draco and Ron as managers, of course, we also have a maintenance crew, lead by Greg Goyle, of all people. Both Ron and Draco spoke for him during the trial, he was sentenced to 2 years community service, but at Ron's suggestion, he asked to be assigned to Unsung. Then there's Lee, Roger Davies and Ken Towler. We also have Alicia, Penny Clearwater, Patty Stimpson and Cho. The ladies are our family assistance crew, they help with shopping, schoolwork and all the emotional related crap that we blokes can't deal with." Fred grinned.

"Wow."

"Nev's engaged to Hannah Abbott, these days he's apprenticing with Professor Sprout, so he's back a Hogwarts. As is Hermione, she training under McGonagall. Ginny's got a junior spot with the Hollyhead's and Luna's… God knows where she got to, she took off last summer and while Nev and Hannah get owls from her every few months, they never know where she'll be, to reply." George added.

"Most of the DA are good, the only one we lost was Lavender, Greyback got her, before Remus took him out." Fred commented.

"That made him pack- alpha, he's not doing anything about it, but Snape is. For the first time since Remus, Hogwarts has werewolf students. Bill and Fleur are the den-parents, there's a new tower. It's behind the DADA tower and non-werewolf students can only access it by invitation."

"And in the ministry?" Raven asked.

"Kingsley is Minister. Angelina and Katie are there, too. Katie's in the DMLE and Angelina is training to be an Auror. The ministry is in good hands, don't worry." George assured him.

Raven blinked, things were doing well politically and all bar Remus were on the right track. He'd have to talk to Charlie about Remus. Maybe they could do something…?

Sitting on the flagstone patio, watching the sunset, Raven told Charlie what the twins had told him.

"Oh, geez mate. That's… really… They really think he'll be dead by next Christmas?" Charlie stammered.

"That's what they said and Hermione just nodded when I asked her." Raven stood, crossing to rest his hands lightly on the stone balustrade surrounding the patio.

"What're we going to do? We can't just let him die."

"No… I… I was thinking maybe telling him, letting him know. Know that at least some of his pack are still alive. What….? What do you think?" Raven asked.

Charlie got to his feet and joined him, resting his hands on Raven's shoulders, his fingers cupping the curve of the shoulder.

"I think Rave, that it would be a good thing. But you have to make that decision, not me."

He looked down at the anxiety in the younger man's green eyes and made a decision of his own. He could no longer deny that this man meant everything to him, he sighed and dipped his head. His lips touched Raven's, the barest of feather-light touches.

Lifting his head, Charlie studied Raven, his shoulders relaxing when he say the pleasure in the smaller man's eyes. His head dipped again, lips firmer this time. A slight tilt of the head and his lips parted, his tongue sneaking out to taste Raven's lips. A sigh and Raven's lips parted, the taste of him, driving Charlie to slide his arms from Raven's shoulders and encircle them about his waist, pulling him closer.

The two men stayed like this for a few more minutes, before Charlie eased back, breaking contact with the most enticing mouth he had ever kissed. He rested Raven's head against his shoulder.

"Whatever you decide, I'll support you." There was a lot more being said than just those six words.

"Charlie?" Raven asked and he, too, said a lot more than just the one word.

"You're mine, Raven, just as I'm yours. We're in this together." Charlie replied.

Raven smiled, lifting a hand to touch Charlie's cheek.

"Together? I like that. Um… any idea where Remus is staying?"

Charlie grinned.

"Indeed I do, mate. Want me to go fetch?"

"Please? I'll make dinner, something light. If he's not eating properly, anything rich or heavy is out. I'll think about that. Maybe a lemon upside-down pudding for desert?"

"Egg pie, you know... the one I like. That baseless quiche-thing. A seafood one? Haven't had decent seafood for months. Please?" Charlie begged.

"Alright. I'll make egg pie and lemon pudding. You fetch the werewolf." Raven grinned.

"Damn, I'm glad the full moon was a few days ago."

Floo-ing to Fred and George's, Charlie explained what he was doing and the twins agreed to help. They gave him the floo-address and password for Grimmauld Place and held out the floo-powder for him.

"Black seat. Packless." The password was very telling of Remus' state of mind and Charlie shuddered as he stepped through.

He was met with a dark dirty room, an ancient elf dusting the shelving.

"Who is this? Master Wolfy is not being expecting visitors. Who is he?"

"Are you Kreacher?" Charlie asked.

"Visitor knows Kreacher? How is he knowing Kreacher?"

"I work with a friend of Harry Potter. He told me about you. I'm here to collect Remus, he's coming to stay with us for a few days."

"Master Harry is dead and Kreacher is belong to Master Wolfy, now. And visitor is lying. Master Wolfy is never leaving the house."

"Kreacher, I give you my word, I am not lying. Take me to him and let him decide. Please?"

The elf studied the man, carefully, his eyes hard and calculating.

"Visitor will leave if Master Wolfy says?"

"I will. But if he comes with me, will you clean this place like Harry would want it cleaned?"

"If visitor can get Master Wolfy to leave the house, Kreacher will be being cleaning." The elf assured.

"Right, take me to Remus, then." Charlie directed.

The elf lead the way from the room and up the stairs. Passed the first landing and on to the second, the elf laid his hand on the door and sighed.

"Master Wolfy has said Kreacher is not allowed in the room, but nothing was being said about visitors." The elf turned away, his ears drooping.

Charlie didn't bother knocking, if the twins were right, then Remus would only refuse anyway. Pushing the door open he was assaulted by smell. Dark and dank, the room reeked of unwashed bodies and clothes. He stumbled his way to the window and with a hefty yank, he pulled the curtains from the window.

"Ugghh…" A groan met his ears.

He wandered back to the door.

"Kreacher!" He called.

The elf appeared at the end of the landing.

"May I have a bucket of water? The colder the better." Charlie grinned viciously.

A snap of the elf's fingers and a bucket of water sat at Charlie's feet.

"Thanks." Charlie bent and grasped the handle and retreated back into the room.

A shape on the bed was moving and an arm became visible, slapping around, obviously looking for a wand. Charlie stepped up beside the bed and with his free hand pulled the covers towards the end of the bed. In the same motion his hand braced the base of the bucket and tilted it…

"Arrgghh!" With a scream the shape on the bed erupted into motion, becoming a man.

Remus Lupin shot to his feet, tripping and tangling himself in the bedclothes, falling to the floor, only to moan in distress. Charlie didn't say anything, he just dropped the shirt Raven had worn that day on Remus' face.

It took a few seconds for Remus to react.

A long fingered hand emerged from under the shirt, slowly. Almost like it was afraid.

"On yer feet Remus, he's expecting you for dinner. And there ain't no way in hell, he'll let you in the house smelling that." Charlie swore. "Get up, get showered. Move." He addressed the werewolf like he would a recalcitrant hatchling, demanding respect.

Unsurprisingly, it worked. With a confused and distracted look on his face Remus climbed to his feet and without further orders, headed in the direction of the attached bathroom. But he did not let go of the shirt. Charlie kicked clothes laying on the floor aside to reach the wardrobe, but once there he found a nice selection of things. Picking the other man's clothes is not something that Charlie thought he would ever have to do, but a part of his mind acted without thought. Selecting socks, underwear, trousers, shirt and as it was the middle of winter, a coat. Tossing them on the bed he retreated to the landing.

"Visitor had no better luck than Kreacher. Visitor be being leaving, now." The old stated.

"No, not just yet. He's in the shower and I refuse to watch him get dressed." Charlie corrected.

"Master Wolfy is washing?" Kreacher's eyes widened.

"Certainly sounds like it."

Tem minutes later a much cleaner Remus Lupin emerged from the room.

"Who're you?" He asked, his voice cracked and harsh.

"His partner." Was the only answer Charlie gave.

"You said he's expecting me? Where?"

Charlie grinned.

"Reaper's Run. Scotland." He lead the way back down to the living room and the floo-fireplace. "The password is 'Padfoot', by the way." He held out the floo-powder.

"Reaper's Run. Padfoot." Remus flung the floo-powder down.

He stepped out into a bright and light room, huge windows with only filmy gauze curtains, blowing gently in the evening breeze.

"Oi!" A voice yelled from a room off to the right. "Get out of it you greedy little horrors, that's for Remus, not you!"

A clattering of metal and glass was the only response.

Remus, still in that mental abyss that he'd been dropped in when a shirt saturated in his Harry-cub's scent was dropped on his face, wandered in the direction of the noise. He stopped at the door way, wondering if he'd finally gone crazy.

He saw a man, average height, with longish dark hair, but he also was a dozen or so tiny flying lizards. One larger lizard hissed and the man turned.

Remus looked at him. The face was different, but the scent wasn't. This was his Harry-cub. He stumbled into the room, only to be met by the other man, grabbed and hugged tight.

"Mooney." The voice was almost the same, but it didn't matter. He was in his Harry-cub's arms.

He snapped and began to sob.

Sissel, (Sis-sell)ridgeback female

Assana, (ass-arna) Ironbelly female

Seiarna (Say-arna) Opal-eye female

Oskar, Opal-eye male

Longhorn

Longhorn

Opal-eye

Opal-eye

Hungarian horntail

fiara magică = Magical Beast

Dumnezeule = my god

El are un dragon de floare de cireș pentru un cunoscut = he has a cherry blossom dragon for a familiar.

Dedushka = grandpa

familia sanguine =family bloodline (rough trans)

ad iungere sanguine = join the bloodline

Cerasus flores =cherry blossoms

Prohibitos autem ibis ad silvam =to the forbidden forest you go.

mentem quatiunt = shuttered mind

obsessa mens = blocked mind

cogitations clausa =closed thoughts

incantatum finite = end incantation(spell)

Howler from Hermione is in parseltongue