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September 11996 - Noon
Fenrir's Den
Remus sat brooding about what he had learned regarding werewolf society. A month. Well, nearly a month. Reggie and he had been at the pack for a month, listening to all the stories and the proofs shown to them. And, it had taken one night, one single solitary...FULL MOON…night, to destroy nearly three decades of fears and beliefs. He shivered, remembering the fear he had felt the night before.
Regulus and he had taken wolfsbane and had been locked up in a severely warded cage in the center of the village the night before.
==Flashback - August 31, 1996. - Full Moon==
After the moon had come up, and they had gone through the pain of the change, they had laid curled together in the cage. He nearly had a heart attack when he saw Harrison walking down into the village with a massive black wolf with blue eyes. A smaller brunette wolf walked on Harrison's other side.
He had started growling, whining. His cub was in danger. He started slamming against the door trying to get out to protect his cub. Harrison faltered in his step and the black wolf led him over.
"Papa, calm down," Harrison knelt down and reached his hand forward. "I am okay. See. No one is coming near me." He slipped his hand into Remus fur and smiled. "They are not going to hurt me. You promised to keep an open mind, just watch, please." Moony pressed hard against the bars and Harrison sat next to the cage so he was within Moony's sight at all times.
That night he had watched as several of the pups came up to Harrison and played with him, wrestling. Many of the wolves won, simply by sitting on the teen but Harrison laughed anyway. Fenrir sat watching diligently as the older wolves approached and sniffed and butted their heads against Harrison's chest. Fenrir had growled at the dominants that approached and would not allow them to approach until they tucked tail and scooted forward.
==End - Flashback==
He was shaken from his brooding by Harrison's trunk smacking into his feet.
"Sorry, Papa," he smiled at his godson and grabbed the boy pulling him into his lap and tickling the wriggling teen. When he finished tickling, he smirked and ruffled the boy's hair. "Are you still mad at me?"
"No, cub, I was never mad with you. I was mad at Fenrir for keeping you here without telling us you were safe. Then to lock me up on a full moon and scaring the hell out of me like that. It is him that I am angry with."
"Please don't be." The teen curled up where he was lying. "Would you have believed him if he hadn't scared the daylights out of you?"
Remus growled and clutched him tight. "No."
"He wants to help you, Papa. That is all he is trying to do. Please, I trust him. He just wants to help." He looked down into the emerald eyes of his godson. "Please, just give him a chance. Promise me you will give him a chance." Remus growled looking away, Harrison reached up and touched the werewolf's cheek. "Promise me."
"Alright, I promise I will try to." Harrison kissed his cheek and cuddled with him.
"Cub, time to go." The two looked to the man standing in the archway. "You should say your goodbyes." Harrison nodded rushed into the dining room.
"Do you have a minute to… talk?" Remus asked, looking nervous.
"Sure," he waved him to follow him outside. Outside the two stood on the porch looking out at the trees. "What is on your mind?"
"I...," he looked back at the house. "I just wanted to say...um...thank you." The larger man raised an eyebrow. "I should have trusted your scent, instead of my fears. You have been trying to help and I have been fighting you every step of the way. I am sorry for that. It's just I have had these beliefs for three decades, I have believed them for 30 years. It isn't just something that I could stop believing over night. Last night…, it killed everything I thought I knew."
"You must understand, Remus. I did not want to do that last night. I have purposely let you speak with the village, hoping that you would accept what I have been trying to teach you, but you are so damn hardheaded and stubborn. Last night was my last resort. I knew if I didn't get through to you last night, I never would." Fenrir said looking out at the trees.
"I know." Remus looked cowed as he took a step up next to the man, looking out at the forest, hearing the sounds of life down in the village.
"Do you understand that you are more than a blood thirsty animal? That you are a dominant, with a mate and child to take care of?" Fenrir asked.
Remus nodded. "Yes, I understand that now. Will you..." He lowered his gaze. "Will you teach me?"
There was silence for a moment before a large hand rested on his shoulder. "We will start tomorrow. Rest today, spend time with pack."
"Thank you," Fenrir nodded and squeezed the shoulder under his hand.
Harrison came rushing out laughing and smiling at seeing the two not fighting.
"Ready to go, cub?" Remus took the black Gryffindor robe and held it for the teen to shrug into it. Harrison pulled his long hair out from under the robe and smiled when Remus tugged it several times. "Sirius will be waiting for you at the castle, okay?"
"Kay. You behave. Learn quickly. I expect to see a new and improved Papa by Christmas." Remus tugged him close and kissed Harrison's curls.
"Pay attention and study hard, cub." Harrison nodded and stepped over to Fenrir.
"Love you, Papa. I'll miss you."
"Love you too, cub." He watched as Fenrir gathered the boy and trunk close before the two disappeared. He stood there for several moments, just thinking about everything.
In two short months, nearly everything had changed. Sirius and Regulus were back. Dumbles was a fraud. He was going to be a father. And his cub had be taken. He knew the cub wasn't complete, but it would take a long time for Harrison to get to where he needed to be. He knew those types of hurts and scars didn't heal overnight. But, Fenrir had made a good start.
"Remy," the older man looked back at his mate standing just inside the door, his hand resting on his baby bump. "Everything okay?"
"Yes, love," he opened his arms and took a deep whiff as his mate settled against his chest. "Everything is okay. It's not perfect, and it won't be for a while, but it is getting better."
~~~~~Fenrir's Mate~~~~~
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Harrison gasped as they appeared just inside the Forbidden Forest. Harrison turned to look up at the castle. "Any chance that I can come back with you?"
"Not a chance," the Alpha replied with a smile. "Cariad, just remember that I will come to see you if you ask. I already said I will come for your Quidditch games."
Harrison looked up at him with watery eyes. "It's not the same."
Fenrir sat and pulled him into his lap to hold him.
"I don't want to leave you. Who will clean for you? Who will make sure you eat? Who will brush your hair? Who will polish your boots?" Harrison was sobbing into his neck that Fenrir really didn't understand him. He held him and hummed a song lowly to him. "You'll forget about me. You won't want me." Fenrir smiled at understanding those words.
"Oh, Cariad," Fenrir smiled and eased the tear stained face up to look at him. He gently held Harrison's chin and leaned forward and kissed him gently, and deepened it until their tongues dueled one another. Fenrir pulled back gently nipping the boy's lips and trailing kisses down to the teens jaw, his neck and up to his ear.
"Does this feel like I plan on forgetting you, my little one?" Harrison moaned when Fenrir gently nipped on the teens ear lobe and pulled Harrison tight against his waist where he was hard as a rock. "Does it Cariad?"
"No."
"I have finally found my mate, there is no way that I shall ever forget you."
Harrison blushed and buried his face in the man's neck. "I am going to miss your scent. It always makes me feel safe." Fenrir smiled and shrugged off his cotton robe, rubbing the bunched fabric against his neck where his scent glands were. Harrison watched as he cast a stasis charm on the robe.
"There you will always have my scent with you now." Harrison smiled up at him and gave him a chaste kiss.
"Thank you." The man smiled and held the boy a little longer until they saw the arrival of the train in the distance. "Will you walk me up?"
"Of course," They stood and Fenrir held his hand as the walked up to the castle, inside and through the halls to the Great Hall.
At the door to the Great Hall, Harrison looked up at him and smiled. He snuggled into the Alpha and smiled when strong arms held him. "I won't forget you, Cariad. I promise."
"And Alpha's never forget a promise." Fenrir nodded, smiling.
"Harry!" The teen stiffened, but looked up at Sirius launching over the Head Table and running down the aisle. Harrison looked up at Fenrir and smiled.
"Go, I will write soon." Harrison nodded and rushed into the hall.
"Dad!" He shouted seconds before he jumped into Sirius arms about halfway up the aisle. Fenrir looked over as two women stopped next to him.
"Thank the stars!" The shorter woman smiled. "I was so worried for him." They turned to him.
"Thank you for returning him to us, Sir. You have our gratitude. Would you like to stay for dinner?"
"Thank you, Headmistress; unfortunately, I have to get back to my pack." He looked to where Harrison and the man were holding one another. "He is a good boy. He has had a hard life. Hopefully, these last few weeks have been able to heal him somewhat. There are still some trouble spots, but I think he will be okay."
Fenrir pulled out a parchment. "If he needs me, just send for me and I will come." The women nodded and he walked from the school. The Headmistress looked down at the parchment and unfolded it.
"My goodness!" She gasped and looked to where the man was walking across the aqueduct as if he was heartbroken.
"Minerva?"
"That was Fenrir Greyback." The two stared at the back of the man.
"But is he not loyal to Voldemort?"
"I believe we will have to wait for after dinner to have our answers, Madam Sprout." The two women moved into the Great Hall and smiled as the teachers stood around a sobbing and laughing pair of men.
"You're okay?" Sirius asked looking him over. Harrison nodded, laughing.
"They didn't bite you?"
"No, it is illegal among the packs to bite someone under age 17. I was safe, especially since I was already considered pack because of Papa." Harrison smiled at his godfather.
"You promise. You are not just saying that to lessen the blow."
"Dad," the teen chuckled. "I am fine. Fenrir took care of me. He gave me books, and games and candy. He made me do chores and read my textbooks. He was able to find out my assignments and helped me finish them. He checked them for grammar and stuff, so I would score well. He took me for walks and picnics. It was fun."
"Are you telling us that you have been living with Fenrir Greyback all this time?" Severus asked, crouching next to his mate.
"Yes, Father. He is nothing like his younger brother portrays him as. He is really nice. Fenrir has been trying for nearly 30 years to get Papa to accept what he really is. He was really nice about it. He explained everything about how the reason Papa can't control his wolf, and why he is so conflicted. He took me to protect me and asked my permission to get Papa to come to him. I wasn't in any danger ever. I swear. He just wanted to get Papa to come to him so he could help him." He looked between the two men and around at everyone.
"That monster had you?" Sirius shouted angrily.
"He is not a monster!" Harrison shouted as he jerked away from his godfather's touch, Sirius looked shocked. "Fenrir is a good person. He isn't responsible for those things the Ministry blames him for. It was his brother, Felsus. Nearly everyone in Fenrir's pack was bitten against their will by his brother. He is trying to make a difference for them. His brother is trying to destroy everything he has accomplished. He is protecting them. He protected me. I am pack, and pack takes care of their own."
"But child..." Madame Pomfrey said softly.
"No." He spotted a new man coming towards him with a purpose. He was young but had long white hair and was large, but not nearly as large as Fenrir. "I won't listen to this. No one ever believed me that I was being abused. I told Dumbledore and he told me to stop whining and grow up. Every summer I came back to school with new scars and no one helped me. Alpha did. Fenrir takes care of the wolves, he took care of me. Don't you dare call him a monster." Harrison turned and was immediately gathered into Rhys arms.
"Shh..., it is okay cub. It is okay."
"Tell them Rhys. Tell them. Alpha isn't a monster. He isn't. He protects me. He helped me."
"Okay, cub," the dominant held him tightly and allowed him to cry. "I will tell them. I will. Here you go," Rhys reached over and grabbed the robe the boy's godfather held and handed it to the teen. "Here."
Everyone watched stunned as the teen buried in face in the robe. Rhys smiled as the boy began to relax against him and crying nearly came to a stop. "See all better."
"Thanks, Rhys."
"No problem, cub. You okay?"
"Yeah, sorry for crying on you."
"Don't worry about it, Mina told me if I didn't look out for her baby brother she would hold my books ransom." Harrison laughed.
"You are obsessed as she is."
"Which is why I promised to look out for you, I want my books back." He ruffled Harrison's hair and smiled. "You need pack, come find me."
Harrison nodded.
"Professor Daeyd, are you telling me you have known where he has been since his departure?" Minerva said lethally.
"I didn't know until the night of the full moon, just a few days ago. Alpha brought him out of the den so he could show the newcomers that werewolves are not mindless beasts. Each werewolf greeted him as pack, and inhaled his scent so we know he is pack. We protect our own."
"Headmistress! The students!" Filch shouted from the doors.
"Everyone to your seats. Potter you are at Gryffindor and you have been approved to live with your guardian." Harrison tensed slightly and took a deep breath. Several of the teachers noticed it, but he smiled and seemed to gather himself.
He moved clasping Sirius hand and walked to the front so he could sit as close as possible to his godfather. Sirius helped him sit and crouched down to look into the green eyes.
"I am sorry for insulting Fenrir. I have just been so worried. When questioned he said he hadn't found you."
"He didn't lie to you, Dad. Grandfather asked him if he had heard about me being with the packs. I wasn't with his packs. I was with him. He was never asked if he had seen me or taken me himself." Severus smirked. "Fenrir is Alpha, he never lies, but he does know how to avoid telling what he does not wish." Sirius nodded.
"So he told you about your grandfather?" Harrison nodded.
"Does he still want to kill me?"
"No; he does want to meet you though. He wants to take away that scar if you want. He will be here to visit next weekend. I have to go, but we will talk more later." He nodded and watched the two walk up to the head table and sit together before turning toward the door as it opened and students began to enter. He looked to the robe on his lap and stroked it lovingly.
"Harry!" He looked up at Neville and Luna rushing towards him and had barely stood when he was barreled over. He landed with an oomph as he was tackled by two people, he heard the professor's laughing from their table. He smiled and returned the hugs from his friends.
"So the queer whore returned?" A cold, familiar voice cut through the laughter, and Harrison froze, images of his uncle and customers flashing through his mind. Neville and Luna stood turning toward the person that had spoken. Harrison stood up and looked at his best friend, Ron.
Harrison's girlfriend, Ginny, stood next to him. "How many fucks did it take to purchase your robes, Harry?" She sneered. "I hope you weren't expecting me to continue to stay with a used whore. I don't like sloppy seconds."
"But Gin he isn't even seconds." Dean interjected.
"True. More like sloppy hundreds." Seamus spoke tossing his arm over her shoulders.
"Leave him alone." Neville spoke through clenched teeth.
"Oi, look. Neville's got a backbone." Dean sneered. "You grow that while you fucked the boy wonder into the sheets?"
Harrison stood frozen looking at the people he thought would understand. Ron had seen the bars on his bedroom window. Ginny had seen the scars. The boys had seen the bruises nearly every year. Luna held Harrison's hand tightly.
"What is your problem, Weasley?" Luna yelled at him. "You are nothing but an inconsiderate, bigoted ass." As she finished yelling, alerting the teachers to the dispute, Harrison grabbed Fenrir's robe and rushed for the doors. Several Gryffindors he passed spat on him, grabbed at him and one tripped him. The professors stood watching in shock as they witnessed the event.
Hagrid had seen the ending and swiftly picked up the teen before he plowed into him and put him on his hip. Holding tightly while the teen screamed and fought against him.
"Let me go. Let me go. I don't want to. Let me go." The half-giant looked to the students watching as the teen fought against him. "Let me go. Let me go. Help. Help! No. I'm not. I'm not."
Sirius and Rhys came from the Great Hall. "Harry. Harry listen to me." Sirius touched the teen's back and Harrison screamed louder.
"First years wait here." Filius rushed up the steps at the screams and watched a moment in concern as Severus came out.
"Pup! Listen. It's me. It's Sirius."
"I want to go back. I want to go back." Harrison kept chanting. "Freak. Whore. Slut. Dirty. Freak." Harrison sobbed and rocked, chanting over and over again words his uncle had called him while he tried to get free.
"Sirius, he is going to make himself sick if we don't get him to calm down." Severus spoke.
"Here," Rhys handed him the robe Harry had dropped inside. Sirius looked at it a moment and then snatched it and shoving it against his pup's chest. He started sobbing and rocking harder. "Talk to him."
"Harrison," Severus spoke against his head. "You aren't dirty. You are not. You are none of those things. You were raped. Forced. You didn't want any of that. You didn't. You were forced."
"It's not helping, Rhys."
"I'll be right back." The man ran for the balcony and jumped shifting midair and landing gracefully into a smooth run out the door.
"Whore. Freak. Slut. Whore. Freak. Slut." Harrison rammed a hand against Hagrid's nose that caused the half-giant to drop him. Once on his feet Harrison rushed for a corner and sat curling up rocking. The robe was clutched in his lap while his hands covered his ears.
Sirius approached and touched his godson's knee. Harrison shrieked and kicked out fighting against being touched while chanting those sick words over and over again. Sirius moved back from him and watched as the boy continued to rock.
"First years come inside." Minerva said softly ushering the younger students inside the Great Hall. "Filius sort the children. I'll be in shortly." The short man nodded and usher the students forward as Neville, Luna and Madame Pomfrey came over to the corner.
"Potter," Madam Pomfrey spoke softly, he tensed against and screamed louder. "Listen to my voice. Come on, snap out of it. It is only a memory only a flashback. It isn't real. Come on," everyone watched as he shook his head.
"Dirty. Freak. Slut. Whore. Potter. Boy. Harry-boy. Slut Puppy. Dirty. Freak. Slut. Whore. Potter. Boy. . Freak. Slut. Whore. Potter. Boy. Harry-boy. Slut Puppy."
"Of course," everyone looked to Severus. "Poppy name association. He was triggered by what Weasley said. He is repeating what that bastard uncle called him."
"How are we supposed to get him calm if we don't know what is triggering it. Any word can set him off." Everyone looked behind them as several howls erupted from below.
"Goodness." Everyone stood back as a massive black wolf bounded up the stairs with a small brown female behind him, a large white brought up the end. Nearly everyone stood shocked at the sight of such a large animal, as it came up to Sirius shoulder, and at six foot, nine inches, that is saying a lot.
No sooner did the black approach did it go down on it's belly and shimmied forward until the wolf's cold nose touched the teen's hand. Everyone watched the brown shift into a familiar brunette teen and the white into Professor Daeyd.
The black whimpered softly, and a moment later Harrison opened his arms to the black burying his head in the teens neck. Eventually, Harrison stopped speaking and buried his face in the wolves fur to cry. When he did, Fenrir shifted into human form and pulled him onto his lap.
"Shh...," Fenrir held him tightly. "Everything is okay. He can't touch you here. None of them can. You are safe. I will keep you safe."
"Alpha," the teen sobbed. "I want to go home. I want to be with the pack."
"I know. I am sorry. I am sorry. I should never have promised your return. I am sorry."
"Please, I want to come home. Don't make me stay."
"Baby brother?" Hermione sat next to Fenrir and touched his hand. "It's Mina." He looked to her.
"Mione," he flipped his hand to clasp it. "I don't want to stay. I want to come home."
"I know, little brother. But then Alpha would not have kept his word. You know what happens if that happens."
Harrison nodded.
"Tell you what," she kissed his hair. "I will stay."
"No!" He shook his head. "You'll be branded."
"I can deal with that if it will mean you are safe."
"No, I'll be okay. I just wasn't expecting...," he buried his face in Fenrir's neck.
"Were not expecting what, parum unus?" Fenrir asked softly.
"There were several students that verbally attacked him regarding what his family did to him, Alpha. From what I caught of the conversation one had been his girlfriend and her brother."
"They did WHAT?!" Hermione turned to the door, shifted and was bounding through the doors. She crashed into Ron, sending him sprawling off the bench with Ginny next to him. She snarled, her fangs showing as she growled at the two frightened red-heads. She made to step forward but a white furred body stepped between her and the two Weasley children. There were snarls and growls from the two wolves, before the brown lunged and the white slammed the smaller wolf to the ground and closed its jaw over her neck. There were growls for several moments before the brown wolf let out a whine and whimper.
Students and teachers watched the white move from over the smaller wolf. When the brunette stood she shifted to human form. She advanced and punched Ginny and stomped on Ron's wand hand. Ron let out a girlish scream as she dug her heels in deep.
She stood tall and glanced around at the students. "Anyone comes near my baby brother again, or hurts him again, and no one will keep me from ripping your heart from your chest. That is the only warning I will give." The white wolf pushed between her and the pair. She moved away and out the door before moving back to where Harrison was being held.
Fenrir scowled at her. "No permanent damage done, Alpha. Just a single slap to that harpy's face and a broken wand hand."
"Very well," he looked to Rhys who had shifted and was licking his lips while watching his sister-in-law.
"You have seen how I calmed him?" He received several nods. "Good. He responds to animals. People scare him when he is like that. Don't push yourselves on him. Just be close to him. He will come to you. The same when he has nightmares." Harrison shifted showing everyone that he had cried himself to sleep.
Fenrir stood carrying the boy. "Headmistress, if that invitation for dinner is still open?"
"Of course," she led the group into the Great Hall, Fenrir carried Harrison surely up the aisle to the head table. Two seats were conjured next to Sirius and Rhys. Once everyone was sitting, Hermione served food for the two dominants sitting on either side of her.
The Welcoming Feast that evening was near silent. The upper years busy thinking and the first years terrified. The professors silently spoke amongst themselves and Fenrir held tight to his charge while he explained to the teen's godfather about everything from the summer.
After the feast, with students on their way to their dorms, Fenrir transfered his charge to his godfather. "I would suggest changing his name, Black. He does not respond well to being called anything but Cub. It will set him off." Sirius nodded, holding his godson tight.
"Take him to our rooms, love; I will go to his grandfather and bring him. Minerva?"
"I must insist on being present while he visits." Severus nodded.
"I will bring him across the aqueduct." The woman nodded and they watched as Sirius carried Harrison down into the dungeons.
"Hermione we must go. Remus and Regulus will be beside themselves." She nodded and followed him.
~~~~Fenrir's Mate~~~~~
Severus appeared in front of the large fortress the Dark Lord was residing. At seeing the green flag in the courtyard he rushed forward, glad the man was in residence. He burst through the door and down the hall to the study. He knock on the Lord's door and waited.
"Enter!" He entered quickly and bowed to the man cuddled on the couch with his mother. Harrison's aunt was curled with them.
"My Lord. Mother. Petunia. Harrison was returned as promised."
They all smiled and sat up. "Was he harmed at all?"
"No, my Lord; but there was an incident with the students. They verbally attacked him. I didn't realize it before. He is word associating."
Petunia stood, wringing her hands. "What do you mean?"
"One of the students called him a 'queer whore', he went into a panic attack. When he tried to get away several of the other students attacked him. Mostly verbal, but a few made distasteful gropes, spitting, one tripped him. He was severely distraught. We were able to calm him, but we think we may have a problem if we attempt to call him by his name. Minerva is willing to have you visit with him this evening, as long as she is present."
"Then I come. Tunia, do you wish to come?" She nodded and he summoned their cloaks before taking hold of her and Severus. He apparated them to the edge of the aqueduct. They began walking forward and met the Headmistress in the courtyard.
"Voldemort."
"Headmistress."
"Some ground rules for anytime you wish to visit your grandson are in order, and I require an oath on your magic." He nodded. "While you are within Hogwarts grounds, under the purpose of visiting your grandson, you will not harm any guest, student or staff member for any reason other than self-defense. To enter the castle proper, you will always alert myself or my Deputy, so we can assign an escort to you. Do you so swear?"
The man pulled out his wand and cleared his throat, "I, Tom Marvolo Riddle Slytherin, Lord Voldemort, swear on my magic that I shall never physically harm any guest, student or staff member of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, for any reason other than defense, whilst I am here to visit my grandson. I further swear that I shall never enter the castle proper without alerting you or your Deputy, or to go about the school without an escort. By my magic, so mote it be." There was a glowing green light about him and the Headmistress nodded.
"Thank you. I hope you understand that I must think of my students first." He nodded. "If you would please follow me, I shall escort you to your grandson's chambers."
"Is he not in his dorm with his friends?" Petunia asked gently as they began to descend into the dungeons.
"No," the Headmistress said softly. "He wrote a letter to me asking if he could reside with his godfather. I granted his request, and after seeing his dorm mates actions at dinner I believe that to be for the best." They turned to the right and followed it all the way down.
"Is there anything that can be done to keep him from malicious treatment?" Eileen asked.
"Unfortunately no, all we can do is keep an eye out and ensure he knows that he is above such bigotry." Severus approached a portrait of a mean looking man stirring a cauldron.
"Good evening, Salazar."
"Sev," the portrait opened and the group entered the suite to find Sirius sitting on the couch with his godson on his lap. Two Slytherin students stood at seeing the group enter, especially the red-eyed man.
"Draco. Blaise. What are you doing here? It is after curfew." Severus folded his arms over his chest, glaring at the boys.
"We wanted to come and see if he was alright, and to tell you that Slytherin house does not agree with what happened earlier. Many of us have been treated as he has. We know what he is going through. We wanted to extend the invitation to him to sit with us if he wishes. We'll protect him. He belongs to you so that makes him an honorary Slytherin."
"Well spoken young Malfoy; however, I should clarify that my grandson is a Slytherin." The two students watched the man touch the sleeping teens forehead and nodded, understanding completely.
"We will protect him, my Lord."
The red-eyed man pulled a chair close to the couch and gathered his Grandson's hand in his own.
"I am led to understand he had a negative reaction to his name?" Voldemort asked.
"Yes, Fenrir said that it is one of his triggers. It is why he calls him cub."
"Fenrir?"
"It seems that he had the pup the entire time. He took him to protect him, but to also lure Remus into coming to him to learn of his wolf."
"I am debating on acquiring a new fur rug." Voldemort snarled.
"Please don't hurt him," everyone looked to the slightly open eyes of the curled up teen. "Please don't hurt him, Grandfather."
The hard red-eyes softened at hearing the title. "I promise not to hurt him much. Nothing permanent, just a little target practise." Voldemort spoke. "He will live."
"Promise?"
"Yes, I promise. He will live." The boy curled up a bit, smiling.
"Pup?" The boy stiffened slightly. "Sh...don't tense up. I am sorry, Cub. It is me, Padfoot."
"S...sorry," tears streaked down his eyes. He tried to keep his hands from shaking but was unsuccessful.
"Your Grandfather has come to give you a new name. Do you have any suggestions?" Sirius asked softly.
"Polaris Faolan Salvator Jameson." He whispered.
Rhys standing nearby chuckled at hearing the whisper and smiled. Everyone looked to him. "Polaris to honor the Black tradition; and is thus honoring his godfather, Sirius. Faolan to honor his godfather, Remus. Salvator means savior, who is that to honor, parum unus?"
"Father. Always treated me normal. Just another kid, not some celebrity. He was mean, but he is my anchor, my savior." The teen curled into his godfather and pulled the robe he carried close, burying his nose in it, and snuggling into the warm arms. "Grandfather's surname."
There was a soft knock on the door and everyone watched as Draco opened the door. "Father? What are you doing here?"
"Lord Black asked me to come, dragon. Let me conduct my business then we shall speak." Draco smiled taking his Father's briefcase, the older blond looked over to the man next to the couch. "My Lord. My Lady. Mrs. Dursley. Headmistress. Sir." He greeted everyone in the room. "So, Black, what do I get to charge you exorbitant amounts of money for?"
"This is not for Black, it is for me, Lucius." The Dark Lord spoke from holding his Grandson's hand.
"Ah, excellent, something fun to do? Who is it, and where would you like me to leave the body?" The red-eyed man glared, while Petunia rolled her eyes.
"Lucius, do quit with your jokes and get out your quill. Name change for my Grandson." The blonde nodded and moved to the desk. He pulled out a file and flipped a few pages.
"As we tested your blood on the remains of Lilith's hair from her hairbrush in Godric's Hollow and had her name corrected, I do believe we are surpassing the blood test?" The red-eyed man glared at him, while he conjured the appropriate form. "Okay, Harrison James Gryffindor Potter, birthday July 31, 1980, black hair, green eyes. Approximate height?"
"About five foot six inches," Voldemort replied.
The blonde made several additions to the paper. "Excellent. Name?"
"Polaris Faolan Salvator Jameson" Draco replied leaning against his Father's chair. "He chose it himself."
"Very appropriate." Lucius smiled as he wrote. "Surname?"
"Mine." Voldemort replied.
"Riddle or Slytherin, my Lord?" Lucius asked.
"Lucius, you are about to feel a Cruciatus. I am out of patience with you right now." The blonde smirked and brought the paper over.
"My Lord, if you would sign here." He pointed to several lines. "Lord Black." Sirius signed several lines. "Sev." Another series of signatures. "Everyone else present sign as Witnesses. Black we are going to need a drop of his blood."
"Cub," Sirius shook the young boy's shoulder. "Cub. Wakey, wakey. Let me see those gorgeous emeralds." Harrison opened his eyes. "Hey, there you are. We need a drop of your blood for the name change." The teen lifted his hand from his grandfather's and went back to sleep. Lucius brought over a small dagger and lightly pricked a finger, letting a few drops hit the parchment. Severus moved forward to seal the wound.
"Just a moment, Severus." The Dark Lord smeared his palm with blood from the finger, and then placed his palm on the teen's forehead, closing his eyes and murmuring words of Latin to himself.
Everyone watched as an incredibly bright white light surrounded the Dark Lord, blocking him completely from sight. There was a bright flash, and when the light faded the man was breathing heavily and looked somewhat ill.
"Heal the scar, Severus." The potion master spit his saliva on the boy's forehead and smeared it into the now open scar. Everyone watched it heal, leaving no sign of ever having existed.
"Marvolo, you don't look too healthy." Petunia spoke softly.
"I am fine, dear. It is just recovering a piece of your severed soul can take the magic out of you. I just need a…," everyone watched as the man toppled from the chair. Lucius grabbed him before he connected with the floor.
"I am assuming he was about to say nap?" Lucius asked and lifted the man into his arms before Severus led the blonde to a door and into a bedroom where he laid the man on the bed.
For me, I am not really good at writing panic attacks yet.
Please review. If I have people interested I shall continue.
wer + wulf - werewolf
daoine ghealach - (Irish) moon people
grúpa - (Irish[lit. trans. group]) social classes
pacáistí - (Irish) packs
teaghleagh - (Irish) family
alltud - (Welsh) exile
Lycan Sraith - (Irish) Werewolf League
Dhaoradh - (Irish) condemned
cariad - love
tutela - guardian