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Remember Marcus is Harry and Harry is Marcus
Chapter 10
1983
Longbottom Estates...
Seeing the large splintering crack in her furniture, Augusta simply raised an eyebrow as she looked at the man, whose eyes had turned a violent gold. Knowing the full moon is not for another two weeks, the old woman wisely said nothing as an aura of extreme and primal anger erupted.
"Uncle Moony...Please...calm down. Harry's safe...I got him out."
Still in a rage, the gold eyes make way for a light golden brown of the human half of the shifter. Gazing and sniffing the air as if not fully gone. The wolf smells no lies upon his cublings words. For as it remembers its entrance to this place...
He remembers the near identical scent to his cubling here...
"He's here isn't he?" The wolf growled out. "I want to see him."
"You will Mr. Lupin." Augusta clucked. "You will, he is right now napping though with my Neville. But you must sit down and continue to listen. There are other things you must hear so that you can help the dear boy and his brother."
Growling a bit in reluctance as an intense need for violence has yet to be quenched. Remus barely manages to bring sense to Moony, so that he can hear. Turning to his godson, he words softly.
"Continue Alex..."
Alex takes a deep breath and tells him of war and of that last stand for the Light side. He speaks with pained regret at what will be coming to them all. The return of Voldemort and of the Horcruxes, but when he pauses, Remus knows he will not like it as he must ask.
"Where is Harry in all this?"
Finding words escaping him, Augusta comes by and gives him a soft hand of reassurance. "Take your time. He needs to know, he needs to know so that he and the others can do all that he can to prevent it from happening."
"You have to keep in mind that by my first year in Hogwarts, Mom and Dad had been told Harry was dead."
"You mean..."
"I never knew about Harry really save what you and Uncle Padfoot told me." Alex said softly. "I don't know how it was supposed to have happened according to what they were told, but I did find out." He whispered bitterly. "When Marcus came and showed me."
"Who's Marcus?"
"Marcus Malfoy, the adopted son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. Brother to Draco Malfoy... and along with his father and brother Voldemort's right hand man. But also...born Harry James Potter..."
Paling now Remus shakes his head in disbelief. "Then Albus was right?"
"No he's not! It's not that at all!"
"Then explain it cubling."
Telling him of that night and what Marcus had done before the destruction of all that is Light. Remus finds himself in a mixture of anger and pain. The understanding clear, a little boy that young, is near beaten to death in an alley. Saved by the right hand man of the Dark Lord and raised as one of their own. He should be grateful at least in one thing, the Malfoys did what Lily and James would have done, if Albus had not made them give him up.
They allowed him to love them and give them their love in return.
So would any child, who had been saved from death. He can easily imagine it, if it had been him; in fact it had happened to him. For many of his relatives including his own mother had left him alone when he had been bitten. His father already dead, it would not be until Hogwarts that he had experienced affection in the form of his friends that he so desperately needed.
That he got his first taste of affection. So desperate for any affection, that he would turn to those who saved him.
"Uncle Moony?"
Looking at the nervous expression of the seventeen year old, Remus smiled warmly. "It is all right cubling. I do understand how it could happen and I do not blame Harry at all. But why couldn't you have told all this to Albus?"
"I did in my time...he didn't believe me. In fact he refused to. I had to show him the memories that Marcus gave me to prove that night. That Voldemort struck at him and he reflected it not me." Alex stated with a twitch of anger in his brow. "He was so convinced that I was the savior. He wouldn't dream of it being anyone else but me. It took Marcus bringing down the words and barging into his office for him to finally realize."
Thinking back, Remus could actually see that reasoning. For their had been a few cases when they were in school that despite witnesses stepping forth to prove that he and his friends had done something. They had gotten off, for the Headmaster would hear nothing against them.
Proving that the older wizard did have something in common with Voldemort now, they both had preferences for only a certain kind of wizard.
"It is a lot to take in is it not?" Augusta said softly as she offered him a cup of tea. Distracting him from his thoughts the older woman had tea that Nippy had thoughtfully made while getting the hot chocolate.
Nodding his head in response, Remus just frowned as all that has been spoken to him sinks through. "And if you are right in believing that Albus thinks dear little Harry is dark? What would he make you do?"
Remus turns a ghost white color at the innuendo that is given for he knows that the only answer he can think of. "He would still take him back..."
Nodding his head, Remus bends down and runs fingers through his hair, deep in thought. Looking at Alex about five minutes later, Moony shouts in joy. For his eyes light up widely as besides the young man is a little black haired duplicate of James with bright green eyes. The little boy was reaching out to Alex crying, wanting reassurance.
"Awex... I had bad dweam."
"Same one as before?"
The little boy nods his head as he looks up at his brother. Still confused to say the least, Harry to Remus's eyes still showed faint signs of bruising upon his skin. Tinier then baby Alex at the moment, he can see evidence of starvation and beatings in the very scent of the little boy.
Who had once gazed at him with adoration...and now gazes at him with fear as not only does he not really recognize Remus. He is afraid.
"He won't hurt you Harry." Alex said gently as the three year old remained quiet and fearful. That's our Uncle Moony. Remember..."
"In Mawader stowy?"
"That's right. This is Moony from the story."
Giving the little boy, who had climbed up into the older Alex's lap, a kind and gentle smile. Harry tilts his head in concentrated thought, which for a three year old in the opinion of those present looks adorable.
Suddenly, and feeling a little braver, they all watch as he turns to Alex for a moment. The youth nodding his head, the little boy gets off and heads towards Remus with a shaky kind of baby confidence. Little fingers reaching up to his face. Remus and Moony both allow the little one to touch their features.
A nervous and frightened scent, even Moony knows better then to move so as to not frighten this little boy. Finally when he stops Harry climbs up and onto his lap. The older man startled, he starts automatically humming the same tune that Alex himself hums. Especially considering the little boy asked.
"Woony sing?"
Yawning and giving the werewolf a little bit of trust, as he listens, Harry is soon asleep.
Feeling the tiny child against him, Remus can not help but cry for joy as he hummed. The little one curling into his form, he held on for an hour in silence. Reluctant to let Harry go...
"It is getting late now, and I do believe you have some people to convince do you not?" Augusta said quietly. "There is more that must be said Mr. Lupin..."
"Remus...call me Remus."
Smiling softly, the elderly woman nods her head. "All right, but only if you call me Augusta, please allow me to call for Nippy?"
Nodding his head reluctantly, the little house elf appears moments later. Gently taking Harry into her arms as the little boy still slumbers peacefully; Remus places a kiss upon the innocent forehead before she vanishes to the nursery where Neville remains.
Turning to Alex, Remus hugs him tightly.
"You are doing a brave thing cubling. I will do all that I can to help you. Starting with convincing your parents and Padfoot to learn..." That said the shifter strides out of the home and leaves. Alex longingly wanting to race after him, he knows that if he is seen. Questions will be asked and Harry will be in danger.
He has not done all this to save his brother for nothing. He must stay out of the public for as long as he can.