A/N: Since much of Remus' training was the same as the previous chapter, this one has him returning to Hogwarts. This also gives you an idea of how Harry managed teaching History of Magic while he was gone.

History of Magic Classroom (December 18th)-

"And that, my dear 3rd years, is what led to the Ministry creating the werewolf 'Registry'," Harry finished, gazing at the class full of Slytherin and Hufflepuff students. He was surprised to see that not a single individual had drifted off in what had been known as 'nap time' in his own years.

"Professor Evans?" A quiet Slytherin girl spoke up, "Is there something wrong?"

"Wrong? No. I had just gathered the impression from former students that this was considered a 'nap' of sorts."

"Not since Professor Lupin began teaching here," a Hufflepuff boy said simply. "He makes history interesting; most of the students love his classes, if not his tests."

Harry laughed. "If he gets to the stage where you like his tests as well, the teachers will no doubt be suspicious. I was a student once and I never remember liking a test, even if I liked the class."

Remus' magical chime that signaled the end of class went off and over the sudden sound of shuffling paper and books he called, "Homework for next class, read chapter six of your new textbooks and summarize the main points of the Registry."

Once they had all filed out he made his way to Remus' office and flopped gracefully into one of the chairs. He was staring out over the grounds of Hogwarts as he debated what to do for Cadfael's break. He knew they could just stay here at the school, but he didn't want to impose on Minerva's hospitality any longer than necessary. It was not just a matter of pride, Easter and the end of the school year seemed only moments away and they would need a home of their own for the summer.

With Fenrir slowly yet surely attempting to hunt him and his son down, any home they chose would be extremely short-term, 6 months at the longest. Harry hated uprooting Cadfael like that, but until the curet leader was dead, he couldn't risk his son. If he lost Cadfael on top of Cadeyrn… he shuddered. It was best to not even contemplate the idea. He was not going to lose his beloved son.

When he heard movement behind him he assumed it was Spica. The first time Remus' little house-elf had popped into the room she'd startled him so badly he almost attacked her. She had profusely apologised for setting off 'Master Harry's senses' and once he'd calmed down enough to reassure her a little, gone right along with her dusting and cleaning of Remus' office.

So when he turned his head toward the sound, looking for the little elf, he was surprised into standing when faced instead with a very different figure.

"Remus?" he asked, stunned. Sure he'd expected Remus to improve a bit once he stopped fighting his guide, but this was almost a complete turnaround from the slightly mousey, rounded-shoulder lycan he'd last seen almost exactly a month ago.

The other gave him a lazy grin and walked forward, closing the distance with the long, powerful strides oddly reminiscent of a wolf on the prowl. The scars on his face were fading slowly but surely and the grey that had been liberally sprinkled through gold-brown hair was now almost gone, the colour darkened as if burnished by sunlight. It was his eyes that convinced Harry of the difference, however.

Before Remus had left, his eyes had been a faint amber colour with a normal pupil. The gold colour that proclaimed his status of lycan had been faint and the canine presence barely noticeable. Now however, they were headed to a richly intense gold-tinted topaz colour, the pupil permanently enlarged, which only added to the intensity of his gaze. There was a definite presence of a wolf behind his eyes as well, a lazy but quick-witted canine intelligence and awareness.

"Welcome back," he finally said.

"Thank you. How were my students?" Remus rich, mellow voice was slightly huskier than normal and Harry backed a pace, putting a little more distance between the dominant and himself.

"They've been doing well," he replied. "One of your students today mentioned that History of Magic was becoming a favourite subject."

Remus looked pleased at that and his grin widened. "History was always one of my favourite classes, with Binns teaching it I preferred individual study, however. Any subject can be entertaining if the teacher knows how to make it interesting."

Harry backed another half-pace and bumped lightly into the sturdy chair he'd been sitting in. He swallowed slightly as Remus closed the distance between them again, leaving less than a hand-span between them. The intense eyes caught his directly and Remus' expression became a great deal more serious.

"I must thank you again, Harry. I owe you more than I will ever know for this opportunity. I have never felt this confident or at ease with myself since the day I was bitten. This life is not painful for me, not any longer in any case."

Harry blinked, trying to break the intensity of Remus' gaze. When he couldn't he managed to tear his eyes away from the Alpha's and said softly, "You are welcome, Remus. I had to offer you the opportunity to improve the quality of your life. Sirius had told me, years ago, how hard it was for you and the pain you went through on the full moon. I couldn't not offer you the chance."

"Regardless of why," Remus' breath ghosted past his ear, making him shiver, "I thank you. Because of your offer, I understand both myself and the People better than I ever have."

Harry lifted his head again and froze. Remus was so close to him that he could feel the heat off of the other and each quick inhalation flooded his nose and lungs with the deep, pungent scent of pine, verbena and citrus that was uniquely Remus. The office was filled with it as well, but it was diffused with the scent of wood, parchment and lemon cleanser that Spica used. However, with the source of the scent so close it was literally overwhelming.

He looked up at the other, grumbling in his head at the degree of unfairness at being almost half a foot shorter than the older man. All thoughts fled when Remus bent his head and placed a soft, chaste kiss on his lips. He answered it tentatively, prodded on by the overwhelming and appealing scent and a deeper feeling of absolute peace. He hadn't felt like this since he'd been with Cadeyrn.

His last thought stopped him cold. With considerable effort he broke the kiss and said firmly, "I'll leave and let you settle back into your quarters. The third years were the last class of the day. I'm sure the others are going to be thrilled that you're back with us again."

Harry bolted from the room, regardless of the fact that he confined himself to a quick walk. He headed for his temporary quarters on the 3rd floor, knowing that his son would be there, waiting for him so that they could discuss the happenings of the day. He took the long walk as an opportunity to settle his wild emotions.

The kiss he had just shared had been incredible, but Harry was scared of the feelings that accompanied it. That feeling of safety and comfort hadn't been present since the death of his mate Cadeyrn. He hadn't been with another since, focusing on raising his young son. Plus there was Fenrir, who seemed able to track him down with ease. No, despite the feelings he may have for Remus (the attraction had been there since his 5th year), he wouldn't put the other at risk. It would be best, he decided, to remove temptation for a while.

He would contact the remnants of Cadeyrn's pack and see if he and Cadfael could stay there over Christmas. They could always visit the school or Grimmauld Place for Christmas Eve and Day. Smiling at the idea of spending time with his pack, Harry spoke the password to his quarters and prepared to deal with a hyper and excited Cadfael. His son had a few friends amongst the pack and would be delighted to see them again.

A/N: The kiss came out of nowhere. I swear these guys have a life of their own! Hopefully you enjoyed. Review, pretty please?