I do not own Harry Potter, sadly, or the pairings (and the personalities) would be so messed up it wouldn't be Harry Potter anymore... Enjoy!

It was when the two days were over that I was ready to roll, ready to run a mile, and ready to leave. Molly wouldn't stop fussing over me, even though I constantly told her to leave me alone. Badra even started to turn into her in a way and constantly worried over me. I hated it.

Absolutely hated it.

I was already counting down the days until the end of the month, when we'd leave. Twenty-eight. But tonight was the full moon, so I couldn't introduce my son into the pack, to be accepted. Instead, I had to lock myself in my room, soothe my crying, nameless child, and make sure I kept wolfsbane on my bedside in case I transformed. I knew I wouldn't, but I was taking precautions.

I heard their nails scraping on the wood in the room below me as they got situated. Only fifteen members of the pack transformed, including me. The rest were either too young or not werewolves. There were only six not weres. Besides Pauline, not anyone of age. There were five children that didn't carry the gene.

The seven - eight now, with my son - others were under the age of four. Hectic, but it was worth it. The children were not only one families, but everyone's. They had all sorts of parents within the pack. This being said, I had plenty of practice being a mother.

A wailing cut me off and my son in my arms was writhing around. I frowned, knowing he was crying because of the moon. I tried to soothe his burning skin as much as I could with my wand and a rag, constantly getting the rag wet and dabbing it gently against his skin. He still wailed.

I frowned deeper, the sound tugging at my heart.

I shifted so he was on his belly and gently rubbed his back. He calmed down at this, clearly liking the position, and gently fell asleep, only soft whimpers escaping his lips. I knew he still felt something uneasy, but he would soon learn to not worry about it when he was older. Just like the other children had. They recognized the feeling. He was too young to understand it, being only two days old.

I laid down, gently pulling him to my chest, and fell asleep. His soft breathing slowly lulled me into my sleep.

I was awoken to someone sliding into bed and breathed in deeply. I felt my still sleeping son in my chest, and smelt his soft baby powder scent. I also smelt the woodsy scent of my mate.

"How was it?"

"I felt his distress."

"I got him calmed down," I murmured softly, feeling Fenrir's arm slide around my waist and pull me to him, careful not to jostle our son. "He definitely has the gene."

Fenrir buried his face into my neck, sighing as he took in my scent, "Was it ever doubted?"

"Shh," I murmured. "Let's just go to sleep, and be quiet so you don't-"

My eyes flew open as a wail rang through the air. I groaned and sat up, gently placing my son on my lap as I slid my arm out of my tank top and began nursing the crying baby.

"He slept all night?"

I shrugged, "I assume so. He didn't wake me up. Go to sleep. You have to be exhausted."

Fenrir laid on his side and peeked up at me as he rested his head on the cream pillows. "I slept enough last night."

"Fen-"

"I'm fine," he insisted. "When he's finished, we need to get the pack round up."

I nodded, and it took twenty minutes for me to feed and burp my nameless son. Thankfully, he didn't wail, but went back to sleep.

The pack gathered in the living room, and I was thankful that we had the house to ourselves, besides Sirius - but he was sleeping. It was five in the morning, the sun had just started to rise.

I was ready to go back to sleep.

They slowly suggested names, gazing at my son. Liam, Pjetke, Alpha, Nhuel, Sayllem. They were all my favorites.

Fenrir glanced down at our child before announcing, "I pronounce to you Sayllem Nhuel, the next in line to the pack's Alpha position."

I smiled, kissing my son's forhead softly. Bedtime, yet again.

It was another hour before we were allowed to sleep, due to the pack wanting to get a closer look at him. But eventually, I made it to the bedroom and collapsed on the bed after putting Sayllem to bed.

Of course, as soon as I tried to squeeze in another minute of sleep, he woke up. And wailed.

I sighed and pushed myself off the bed just as Fenrir walked inside. Elizabeth was on his hip.

"We're going to read that story she got," Fenrir said quietly.

I nodded, "Go ahead. I'll try to keep him quiet."

Fenrir just smirked and sent me a wink.

It was midnight of May twenty-eighth when we left. We had each apparated together on the doorsteps, a group of five, to our destination. The Forest of Dean. Where we used to live before the war ended.

"We need to start building," Fenrir instructed. "Roma, Georgiana, Badra, start placing the wards. Aohdan and Logan, keep guard of the area. The rest of you, help me gather supplies."

The men in the pack went off while the others - the children and Pauline - started to plot out the homes and where they'd be built. I kept a sleeping Sayllem in my arms as I cast the enchantments to protect the pack. With Badra and Georgiana's reinforcements, it strengthened until it was almost impenetrable. An invisibility shield was all that we needed in the end and it kept us hidden.

Badra cast a blue ward around the area that the enchantments were in. At my curious gaze, she explained, "Teleportation charm. If they step into the shield, they will be teleported to the other side without knowing."

It was smart and something we hadn't had in the past.

"Where did you find that?" I asked.

"Albus had informed me of it."

I nodded slightly and turned to face the others of the pack. "All of us are now responsible for getting the pack in order. I want complete cooperation and no complaints." Eliza, Declan, and the rest of the younger children were sitting in a circle, playing a hand game. The elder children were helping in plotting homes.

No one argued as I gave orders as to how many homes would be where. How many people would be in said homes and who would have the homes. Aohdan insisted that he'd be fine with keeping Eliza and Declan with him, as well as Julia, a thirteen year old non-werewolf.

"Alright, so there's four to a home. Seven homes," I said. "We need a bathroom and a dining hall. That will be all. Make it as large as it needs be, only I want nothing larger than fifteen feet by thirty. Clear?"

"Got it," Georgiana said and began drawing into the forest floor with her wand. The leaves rustled into a straight line and a faint nature-built wall formed to show boundaries.

Fenrir and the other men were snapping sticks, using their wands to chop down trees in the vicinity of the wards, and even had men that transfigured branches into saws to begin cutting. It'd be a long night before anything was done.

"The Mess Hall is our top priority. It will provide shelter for us until the homes can be finished," Fenrir stated after they had enough wood. It was near noon of the day and we were all tired from lack of sleep. "Let's get to work."

With a collective groan, we moved and it took well into the day, before it was even inhabitable.

"It will protect us from the elements," Badra declared, inspecting it. "We shall sleep here tonight, Alpha?"

"Yes," Fenrir nodded. "That would be wise."

It took three days to build the village up. Three days of no sleep. Three days of constant silencing charms on everything. On the building. On the children's play areas. On the baby's crib. On the Mess Hall. We didn't want to risk being heard, being caught. Being killed. Being tortured. Or seperated.

We traveled in groups of five or more. Never were we without someone that wasn't in the Alpha group - consisting of me, Fenrir, Badra, and Logan. Aohdan would keep the children his age with him, being a second in command in training. He needed to learn the responsibility. And it kept his mind off of Hermione - I think.

It was a a year and a half into our stay in the forest when Aohdan looked close to breaking.

There were bundles of letters I would be forced to burn at midnight that owls had dropped just outside of the wards before retreating. Owls from Aohdan's mate. We couldn't risk him sending the letters back. We couldn't risk him contacting her and getting us killed. Any of those letters could have a tracker in them. I regretted it, of course. But after I refused numerous times, Fenrir had placed an Alpha order on me. I had no choice.

Aohdan's eyes were dark, circles around them, and withdrawn. He glanced lazily around. He needed his mate. He'd go searching for her at the full moon if he did not have her. He lost weight. His bones showed. And he looked ready to collapse from exhaustion from not sleeping. Living next door, I could hear his cries in the middle of the night from the nightmares he had.

"Roma!" I heard a shout.

I was up instantly and saw Fenrir looking quite worried.

"What?" I demanded, rushing to his side, trying to be quiet for the baby was sleeping.

"It's Aohdan-"

"What happened to him?"

"It's Hermione," Fenrir insisted as we ran into the home next door. Aohdan was sprawled on the floor in the threshold of his small bedroom. He was clutching his chest as he convulsed in pain. Hermione was being hurt. It was a reaction all wolves had to their scented ones. It died when they mated, not being as intense, but still there.

I knelt next to the young man and forced him onto his back, "Aohdan. Aohdan? It's Roma. Please, look to me. I need you to look at me."

His eyes opened and they were pure gold, what a were's eyes were when they mated or when they were protecting.

Fenrir growled in warning and Aohdan shut his eyes and began convulsing yet again.

"Aohdan, I need you to tell me where she is," I instructed gently, rubbing his arm gently. "I can't help if she isn't located."

"A manor," he gasped. "It's dark, and cold. She's on the ground. Lestrange is on her. And she's carving into her skin. So much blood. So much pain. Cruico. Pain. Screams-"

"Stay with me, Aohdan," I said forcefully as I realized he was slipping into unconsciousness. "If you can stay awake, you can keep her alive," I told him. "You have to be strong to keep her alive. If you love her, you'll stay awake."

"So tired," Aohdan insisted. "Want pain to stop-"

"I know," I soothed. "I know. Aohdan, I need you to tell me what else do you see. Anything that makes the room identifyable?"

"She's on the marble ground. It's white. Walls white," Aohdan gasped. "Four Death Eaters. Blonde men and woman. Scabior-"

I nodded, "Good, good. What else, Aohdan?"

"She's screaming. They're echoing. Lestrange keeps asking her what else was taken!" Aohdan cried, convulsing again. "She didn't take it! Make it stop! Stop them from hurting her!"

"It's okay. We're going to stop them," I promised. I met Fenrir's eyes, sending him a message without words. He knew what I would say.

"I love you," he murmured.

"I love you too," I smiled softly.

He disapparated with a pop and I continued to soothe Aohdan for the next few minutes. "Be strong," I repeated over and over again. It seemed to loose its affect as he grew weaker, supporting not only his life, but her own as well. She would have died if she hadn't been scented.

"We've almost got her, Aohdan," I told him. "Fenrir's getting her right now."

Suspense! Ahhh, what happened? What's happening next? Review to find out!