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A/N: Thank you for all of your reviews, the questions some of you were asked were really good and hopefully will be answered in this chapter.

Warning: As I'm sure you've noticed this is slash. This chapter has mentions of mpreg, so if that bothers you, don't read!

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""No, it's not poisonous. But I think I may know why Fenrir kept Harry with him for these past weeks," Remus answered gravely.

"What? Why?" Sirius asked concernedly.

"I'm quite curious to know why as well," Dumbledore added. Remus sighed deeply before explaining.

"Well, you see this here, this circle of blue dots? Well it's not a tattoo as you might think. It's actually a bite mark. It identifies Harry as part of Fenrir's pack, … his mate more specifically."

Sirius gasped. "But he's not a werewolf is he?"

"Now? No, not technically anyways," Remus muttered.

"Why would Fenrir choose a human mate and why?" Sirius asked.

"Well if I'm right then Harry isn't really a human either," Remus answered.

"I don't understand. Either one is a werewolf or one is not. He can not be both," Dumbledore responded, clearly frustrated.

Remus shook his head resignedly. "Harry's is not both, he's…It's complicated. You see..."

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Harry woke up with a dull throbbing in the back of his head. He opened his eyes gingerly only to see three faces peering down at him surrounded by white. The hospital wing, of course, Harry would know that ceiling anywhere.

Someone placed a pair of glasses upon him and Harry could see more clearly.

"Hello, my boy, are you feeling well?" Dumbledore asked. Harry suddenly felt a rush of anger without quite understanding why until the memories of the past day rushed into his mind.

Harry suddenly jumped off the bed and shoved his way past Dumbledore before being pushed back onto his bed by a worried looking Sirius.

"Calm down, Harry. You're safe now," Sirius comforted.

Harry continued to struggle in his godfather's grasp.

"Let me go! What have you done? Where is Venren?" Harry shouted angrily.

Sirius sat down heavily next to Harry, still gripping his arms firmly.

"Harry, listen to me. You know that all we want is the best for you. Everything we've ever done was meant for that end-"

"Then let me go. I need to go help my friends!"

"No!" Dumbledore stated firmly. The old wizard sat on the bed opposite and looked directly at Harry before speaking more calmly.

"These people who you claim to have saved are not who they fooled you to be. The one you called, Venren, was it? Yes, well his real name is Fenrir Greyback. I assume you've heard of him?" Dumbledore asked.

Harry looked fleetingly at Remus who was standing gravely in the corner of the room.

"Fenrir and the rest of your 'friends' are a werewolf pack working for their own best interests. They only want to turn you into one of them, and make you a werewolf for their own purposes-" Dumbledore explained further.

"What are you talking about!" Harry shouted.

"The 'people' that you stayed with were werewolves," Dumbledore repeated more slowly

Harry shook his head. "What? You're…making this up, I don't believe you," Harry added as he wrenched his arm from Sirius' grasp. It stung his skin but Harry didn't notice as he ran to the door.

Dumbledore stood to spell the door closed but was stopped by the firm hand of Remus. Harry sprinted out of the door and down the hall.

"Perhaps you should leave him be for now. It's better if we're alone when I speak to him anyway," Remus advised.

Dumbledore nodded. "Just make sure he doesn't leave Hogwarts."

Remus nodded and left quickly after Harry.

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Remus found Harry pacing before the tall doors of Hogwarts.

"Let me out now-" Harry shouted as he pointed to the large doors that staunchly remained closed.

"Harry, listen to me-"

"Why? Neither Sirius or Dumbledore listened to me. They just came and hurt my friends without even bothering to hear what I had to say."

Remus leaned against one of the walls of the entrance hall, trying to decide how best to proceed.

"Harry, I know this is a difficult time for you but try to remember that for all Sirius' and Dumbledore's faults, they care about you very much. They had reason to do what they did," Remus explained.

"And what reason was that? That those people that saved me were all evil werewolves?" Harry scoffed. "Come on, you especially must know what a lie that was."

Remus looked intently into Harry's eyes. "They didn't lie, Harry."

Harry shook his head. "You're wrong, they did lie. They had to have lied," Harry repeated once more.

"What makes you so sure that those people were not werewolves and their leader not Fenrir Greyback?" Remus asked, truly interested.

Harry resumed pacing. "You want to know why I don't believe you? Fine then, I'll tell you. Everyone always describes werewolves as wild creatures or… if they try to fight their instincts they end up sick half the time like you did last year. My friends were not like that. They were a bit…rowdy, I admit, but nothing like what was described of wild werewolves. And the leader you keep calling Fenrir, he was the one that saved me in the first place! He was never anything but kind to me. And wasn't Fenrir the cruel, vicious werewolf that turned you? They can't be the same person. It just doesn't make sense," Harry concluded, shaking his head.

Remus regarded Harry appraisingly, for his argument did make sense from his point of view, even though it was wrong nonetheless.

"You are right, Fenrir was the one that turned me and he has done many terrible things since then. Including kidnapping you, I might add. But I swear my life to you, Harry, Fenrir and your Venren are one in the same," Remus muttered, glaring slightly at the ground.

Harry was surprised at how much venom Remus could inject into Venren's name but didn't comment. After a moment of indecision Harry went to lean next to the wall beside Remus.

"Fine, let's say you are right, and they are the same person. How do you explain that I am still alive and unharmed, not a mark on me?" Harry asked.

Remus looked pointedly at Harry's wrist. Harry looked down to see the circle of blue dots decorating his wrist before rubbing it unconsciously. Harry had actually become quite fond of the mark. It never burned or hurt him. It made him feel like he belonged somewhere. It glinted in the moonlight…

Harry's eyes shot up to Remus' before he could complete the thought. "This? It's nothing. It just shows I was part of Venren's family," Harry replied, trying not to notice how stupid his answer sounded now that he was back at Hogwarts.

"Did anyone else have one similar to that?" Remus asked casually.

Harry thought for a moment. He had never really noticed one similar on anyone else. Though, truth be told he had completely forgotten about it shortly after he arrived. It just didn't seem important then, only natural.

Harry shrugged before Remus asked another question.

"What was your place in this new family of yours?" Remus asked pointedly.

Harry shrugged again.

"How were you treated?"

"Fine, they treated me well," Harry answered quickly, happy to have an answer to that one.

"Any worse or better than anyone else?"

Harry shrugged once more, too uncomfortable to relate the times when Venren had brought him special fruit from the forest or gave him the best blankets and fur cloaks to wear.

Remus eyed Harry suspiciously nonetheless.

"What!" Harry asked a little too loudly, betraying his sudden unexpected nervousness.

"You're just so trusting," Remus reprimanded.

"It's not like I had much choice in the matter then!" Harry argued.

"It doesn't matter, you can't believe everyone just because they take you in!"

"They were kind to me-"

"They're not your friends, Harry!"

"Well, they're better than the ones I have here!" Harry shouted.

Remus turned away and looked towards the floor once more. Harry immediately felt guilty.

"Remus, I'm sorry," Harry apologized.

Remus shook his head. "No, I'm sorry. I don't understand what you went through being alone out there, you had to do what you could, it's not your fault. However, I do need to explain several things to you, Harry. Things that you may not understand nor like. But all I ask is that you at least listen and know that what I tell you is the truth, or as much truth as I myself have been able to gather over the years."

Harry watched Remus' face worriedly before nodding slowly. "If it means that much to you Remus, then yes I'll listen to you. But I must say, no matter how much you explain, it's still hard to believe-"

"I know, Harry, just listen for now."

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Remus silently led Harry to a deserted classroom before conjuring two comfortable chairs. Harry sat down and watched Remus expectantly as he did the same.

Remus gathered his thoughts for a moment before speaking.

"I suppose I should start at the beginning, I think that will be best."

Harry nodded understandingly and urged Remus to continue.

"As you know, I was turned into werewolf by Fenrir Greyback. However, it was not the random attack of a wild werewolf as most believe. I knew Fenrir long before he turned me."

Harry was surprised to learn that but didn't interrupt.

"You see, my accidental magic as a child scared my muggle father away when I was very young. My mother, who was also a muggle, was not particularly understanding either. But at least she always kept me fed and clothed. Soon afterwards, when I was about seven, my mother and I moved to a small cottage in the woods that had been her grandfather's. She tended her garden constantly and sold the products to a nearby grocer. Needless to say I was ignored most of the time. School was not any better," Remus laughed self deprecatingly. "Was it any surprise that a lonely little boy spent most of his time in the forest then?"

Harry shook his head. He understood Remus all too well. If only the Dursleys had a forest nearby, Harry had no doubt that he would have spent most of his time there.

"Anyway, later that year, I met Fenrir in the forest one day. He was a few years older than I was but treated me very kindly. He taught me all there was to know about that forest. What I could eat, how to make good throwing spears out of fallen tree limbs, and many other things. He could even do magic. It was different than mine of course, he could control his better and had more practical uses for his power but I was thrilled nonetheless to find someone a bit like myself. He became my best-and only-friend for several years," Remus shook his head sadly.

"What happened then?" Harry couldn't help but ask.

"I received my Hogwarts letter," Remus answered simply.

Harry looked a bit perplexed and wondered why that would change anything when Remus continued.

"Fenrir became enraged when I told him I was going away to a wizarding school. Now let me tell you something Harry, something that is not written in your defense books. It is very hard for a werewolf to be simply acquaintances with someone. A werewolf will either think of you as part of his pack and protect you to the death, an enemy and kill you on sight, or a means to an end and use you for their purpose.

I did not understand this then. I had thought that Fenrir would be happy for me. Happy that I could go learn with others like myself. But no, Fenrir saw it as a betrayal, that I was abandoning him. He had said that I was going away to learn to be, 'an evil wizard like his father had told him about.'

When I came back from school the next year, Fenrir was not the friend that I had remembered. He was angry and sullen most of the time."

Remus shook his head sadly. "One night…Fenrir came to apologize and asked me to come explore the forest with him as we used to do. Of course I agreed, I trusted him. Now, I don't know if Fenrir had planned it…or if turning me was a spur of the moment decision. But either way, my old friend suddenly changed. I always knew that Fenrir and his family were different but it wasn't until that moment that I truly understood. I became a werewolf that day. I had underestimated Fenrir and his desire to keep me with him."

Harry held his breath as Remus continued on, his words almost running together.

"I-I was never meant to be a werewolf, Harry. I escaped as soon as I could, luckily I found Sirius. He contacted Dumbledore for me. I told the headmaster everything I could remember about those woods. Where Fenrir's home was, their defenses, everything. Soon after a ministry contingent of aurors raided Fenrir's home. Many in his pack were killed, including his parents. I believe that that event was the beginning of many that set Fenrir upon the path to becoming the evil, cruel werewolf that most people see him as today."

Remus sat back in his chair and sighed deeply. "And now we come to the part that explains your situation, Harry," Remus eyed Harry pointedly.

Harry stiffened unconsciously. "I have no part in this particular story. Even if Venren is Fenrir, I am no werewolf. I'm me, just Harry."

Remus smiled knowingly. "You have never been and will never be, 'just Harry', no matter how much you may wish for it. But that is besides the point and I have much more to tell you," Remus sat forward and clasped his hands together. "Did you know, Harry, that there are two different types of werewolves?"

Harry shook his head.

"Well, not many do. Regardless, there are two types, those born as a werewolf, and those changed into one. Now, in the beginning there were only natural born werewolves. They were a different species entirely, like Centaurs or Merfolk. Over the years, they became a very powerful and influential society. They became so powerful that the Wizarding world felt threatened. A war began between the two. It was a long and bloody conflict. During that time Wizards created many dark spells to repel the werewolves, most of which are illegal today. Despite their spells, the wizards were close to loosing the war, and nearly did."

"What happened, why didn't they loose?" Harry asked curiously.

"The wizards began a new tactic. They began targeting the werewolf cubs. You see, werewolves do not have children often, their mating habits are very particular. So for every werewolf cub that the wizards killed, the werewolf population was severely affected. After a time, the older werewolves began to die off and there was no one left to carry on the fight. The wizards won by their sheer numbers. The remaining werewolves retreated and almost became extinct. The wizards actually thought that they had become extinct, until the attacks began."

"Attacks?" Harry asked.

"Yes, the werewolves began attacking human children because they discovered that if they bit a human while they were in their werewolf form, that human would begin to exhibit werewolf traits and behavior. Of course, these infected werewolves could not have children of their own and could only continue by biting another human child. But even though these human changelings were weaker and did not have the same abilities that a pureblood werewolf had, the werewolves thought it better that their culture survive in this lesser form than to die out completely. Pureblood werewolves still do exist today though, Fenrir is one. There are several throughout other packs around the world, and those like yourself of course."

Harry's head snapped up. "What do you mean, 'those like yourself'?"

"It's the only way I can explain the fact that Fenrir marked you," Remus replied.

"What? What do you mean, what does that have to do with anything?"

"Everything. That mark on your arm, it is no ordinary thing. It is a mark shared between two pureblood werewolves-"

"For the last time, I am not a werewolf," Harry interrupted.

"No, not yet. But I suspect one of your ancestors was. I have heard stories during my time in werewolf packs. Fantastical tales of a human and werewolf offspring. In most cases, the child of such a liaison would not survive. However, if-on the offhand chance- the child did live, it would be born as a human and live as a human. And if this child grew to have children of their own, those children would be human as well. But-" Remus held up his hand, "and this is the fantastical part, I have heard that in some cases the dormant werewolf heritage will present itself later on in the line. And if this child were bitten by a pureblood werewolf, they themselves would become a pureblood werewolf. Now these are only rumors, but I believe them to be proved true in your case."

Harry stared at Remus, speechless for a moment before speaking. "You're making this up, you have to be."
"I swear to you, this is what I truly believe," Remus replied sincerely.

Harry stood up suddenly. "How would Fenrir even know any of this, even if I did have this 'dormant werewolf heritage' or whatever you called it," Harry asked flippantly.

"To put it simply, he smelled you, werewolves have a very strong sense of smell and identify many things by scent."

"Why haven't you told me this before then?" Harry asked a bit angrily.

"Even though I am a werewolf, I never suspected your werewolf heritage before because I naturally do not have abilities to the extent that a pureblood werewolf would have. Also, I have taken the wolf's bane potions many times, which has permanently dampened many of the werewolf abilities I might have had."

Harry watched Remus closely for a moment as if trying to decide whether the form before him was real or not before turning and pacing around the classroom.

"This still doesn't explain anything you know. So what if I have the potential to be a true werewolf? It's not like I could help anything, I'm more a burden-"

"You're not a burden, Harry. The addition of a pureblood werewolf would be celebrated in any pack. But it is my belief that Fenrir had a more specific role in mind for you."

Harry stopped in his tracks. "Please don't tell me he expects me to defeat Voldemort too," Harry asked exasperatedly.

Remus laughed. "Oh no, Fenrir probably wants you to stay as far away from him as possible."

Harry looked confused for a moment before asking his next question. "What role then?"

Remus' eyes flickered to Harry's wrist once more. "That mark there, is shared between two pureblood werewolves in a mating relationship. Were you a werewolf now and if you had accepted Fenrir's offer, you would create an identical mark on Fenrir as well."

Harry frowned as if he were trying to understand a foreign language. A moment later Harry laughed mockingly.

"You've got to be kidding. There are lots of other people he would choose before me."

"There is no reason why someone like Fenrir wouldn't choose you, Harry. You are healthy, mentally sound, and have the potential to be a pureblood werewolf-"

"Are you listening to yourself?" Harry asked incredulously. "What you're saying makes absolutely no sense, I'm-I'm a boy,"

Remus waved Harry comment off. "That makes no matter, werewolves don't use gender as humans do, they do not differentiate between male and female. Status and hierarchy are what they focus upon, the alpha, those submissive to them, second in command betas, they all have their place. If you were to be bitten you would have all the abilities a born werewolf would have and would be entitled to a position in their hierarchy as well."

"What else would I be able to do?" Harry asked out of curiosity, even though he still didn't believe a word that Remus was saying.

"You would be able to see and hear better of course. Be able to move faster, have a greater ability for wandless magic, bear cubs, among other things-"

Harry choked before staring at Remus disbelievingly.

"What?" Remus asked. "I know this is difficult to believe but you're not going to become a werewolf so there is no reason to be upset about-"

Harry put up his hand and shook his head. "No, I said I would listen to you, but what you're saying now is just…insane. You've gone off the deep end. I had a hard enough time believing that Venren is Fenrir and now you're telling me that you suspect I'm some human-werewolf hybrid that can bear cubs?!" Harry shook his head and began walking towards the door.

"Harry, where are you going?" Remus asked worriedly.

"I'm going…to the library to find out what's wrong with you," Harry answered as he began to open the door.

"Stay inside the castle," Remus called.

Harry nodded tersely and left.

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Remus found Sirius and Dumbldore in the Headmaster's office shortly afterwards.

"How did it go?" Sirius asked concernedly.

Remus shrugged. "He stayed and listened to me for most of what I had to say. Didn't believe a word of it though," Remus answered.

Dumbledore sighed and shook his head. "Where is he now?"

"Library, he said to figure out what was wrong with me," Remus replied.

Sirius chuckled. "Can't really blame him though, I wouldn't believe you either."

"Who would he believe though? What I told him isn't common knowledge so his other friends or the Weasley family couldn't back me up. And he is still angry with you two and wouldn't believe you in any case," Remus replied.

"Perhaps, if he read for himself, he might believe?" Sirius suggested.

Dumbledore shook his head. "The only documents available that reflect the historical truth and aspects of werewolf culture that Remus spoke of are written by the werewolves themselves, in their own language."

The three men sat in silence for a moment before Dumbledore spoke once more. "Perhaps it is better if Harry doesn't believe anyway. As long as Fenrir and other wild werewolves stay away, there is no reason for Harry to worry about his connection to them," Dumbledore nodded to himself. "Yes, perhaps that will be better."

Remus and Sirius regarded Dumbledore skeptically but didn't say anything as Dumbledore continued speaking.

"Well, we will give him some time to himself but later on tonight we will need to ask him for more details about the events that occurred before he was kidnapped. Hopefully after that he can be reunited with his family and we can put his summer back on track," Dumbledore summarized hopefully.

Sirius sighed a bit regretfully and left with Remus shortly afterwards. As the two were walking back to their temporary quarters in Hogwarts Sirius turned to Remus.

"Do you think things will turn out that way?" Sirius asked.

"I don't know what will happen anymore…But perhaps in the meantime we should go help Harry try to figure out what mental problems I might have," Remus added sardonically.

Sirius laughed heartily. "Yes, Let's."

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