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A/N: Quite a few people have commented in their review that nothing seems to be happening in this story. In response I'd just like to say that firstly, I can definitely understand how you would get that impression as not much seems to have happened yet for all that this fic is already twenty-one chapters long. Secondly, I can assure you all that I have definite plans for where this story is going and what is to happen. Unfortunately it's going to continue being slow to get there. That's just my writing style I'm afraid - slow (very slow) paced. I should probably put a warning to that effect in the first chapter of something. Anyways, I hope that little flaw of mine won't turn you all off the story.

Now for the next order of business, for part of the chapter I've written it from Harry's point of view. Little Harry, that is to say. Most of the story so far has been Evan's point of view with a few parts from Remus's so this is something new for me. I think it turned out okay, although maybe he comes across a bit younger than he should be. Let me know what you think.

Also, as you may have noticed, this is yet another shortish chapter. Once again, that's just the way it works out best. Hope you all enjoy reading it all the same

Chapter 21 – Wolf Moon

– Mon, 1/5/1988 –

Three weeks passed and Remus settled comfortably into Potter Manor. Soon after his arrival, Neville began flooing in each morning to spend the day in Mr. Lupin's care, joining Harry in lessons. Both boys were of course quite happy to get to spend so much time together.

Time had seemed to have flown by and sooner than expected the full moon was upon them. Remus had discovered soon into his stay that Harry was aware of his condition. At first he had not known what to feel – nervous about Harry's reaction, angry that Evan had given away such a personal secret, grateful that he wouldn't have to tell the boy himself. Fortunately, his cub seemed not to hold at all with any of the common anti-werewolf prejudices – although he had for some reason wanted to know whether Remus needed glasses and what he and Neville smelt like.

Speaking of Neville, Alice had also taken it upon herself to inform her son of his situation but thankfully Neville was just as unbothered by his lycanthropy as Harry was. In the end the werewolf had decided it would be easier to let simply let go any ire against his two employers and settled on being grateful to them instead. They had obviously explained his illness in a very favourably light since their children were able to accept it – and him – so easily.

Today however was to be the night of the first full moon since his arrival and Remus could currently be found deep in the labyrinth-like dungeons beneath Potter Manor, locked in a medium sized, stone-walled room.

When Evan had at first indicated that he should spend the night of his transformation at the Manor he had been emphatically against the idea. There was no way he was willing to risk them both that way. Harry was his cub and he would die before harming him and as for Evan- well he found himself becoming increasingly fond and protective of the elder Potter boy also.

Evan had tried to point out that he would have taken the Wolfsbane potion and so the wolf within him would thusly be unable to take over. Remus had countered by saying that humans were fallible and there was always the possibility that his potion could be faulty.

Next the teen had said that he really had nowhere else to go. He had informed the boy that there was a large uninhabited forest that he had, for several years now, made a habit of frequenting for nights such as this. Then, Evan had made the first point that led to his reconsideration; there was always the chance of some muggle wandering into the forest – perhaps to hike or camp in the woods. The elder wizard had tried to argue that there had never been anyone there before, even as the very thought had turned his blood cold. Nevertheless, Evan continued on mercilessly.

The boy told him that he had already spoken to Kell who had informed him that there was a chamber deep, deep in the dungeons, far away from the upper levels, that would be most suitable for his use. It was a reasonable sized room with walls several feet thick and – best of all – it only opened and closed to a voice operated password, meaning there was no way for him to possibly break out whilst in wolf form.

So it was that in the end he had capitulated and agreed to endure the full moon in the 'Earwig Chamber' (as Harry had dubbed it, after hearing that 'earwig' was the room's rather incongruent password).

The chamber itself had been simple enough upon his initial inspection, although it seemed the house-elves had since decided it needed some decorating for the occasion. There were now several cushions and blankets scattered around – looking very comfortable indeed – and in one corner of the room there was a large bowl of water with a large, meaty, leg of lamb sitting beside it on a platter. He wrinkled his nose a bit at the raw meat but knew that as a wolf he would no doubt find it highly appetising.

All in all, he thought to himself, this would probably be the most comfortable transformation he had ever faced. Or at the very least, the most comfortable since back in the days when he had his animagus friends to keep him company.

Before his thoughts could drift any further he felt something 'shift' inside him and instinctively knew that the sun had set and the moon was full. And then, he began to change.

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Several levels above the 'Earwig Chamber' in his own bedroom, Harry Potter sat curled up in the centre of his bed with his blankets tucked up high under his chin, clinging tightly to a soft plush toy. Through wide eyes he watched as the light beyond his window darkened. Any time now, he knew, Mr Lupin – or rather Moony, as the man had said he could call him – would be changing into a werewolf.

It was all rather scary really. Sure, Evan had explained it all to him – Harry knew about the Wolfsbane potion and how it would make Moony safer – but still, it was a werewolf. A few months ago the boy had never even known such a thing existed and now, here he was, and there was one changing possibly at this very moment in the same house as him.

Harry had done his very best to appear brave of course. He was fairly certain neither Evan nor Moony knew he was afraid. Especially Moony. The Potter heir had seen how scared the man had been when he found out Harry knew what he was. The boy had also seen how relieved he had been when Harry told him he didn't mind.

So of course the very last thing he wanted was for the older wizard to now think his student was afraid of him rather than the wolf. He didn't want Moony to think he didn't like him, because he did, he really, really did. Not as much as Evan though, because Evan was his 'favouritest' person and had saved him from the mean Dursleys and he said he loved him.

But then, he stopped to consider. Moony had tried to save him too but the bad Dumbledore man had stopped him. They had even figured out that the bad man had cast those horrible secrecy charms on Moony too. Harry thought about those facts for a few moments turning them over in his mind before abruptly shaking his head. No, even if his tutor did try to save him he still liked Evan the best. Not to say that he didn't still like Moony too. He liked Moony like he liked Aunty Alice. Maybe, Harry considered, maybe he should try calling him Uncle Moony. That would be nice, he thought.

Just then there was a scratching noise and the boy jumped in fear. He pressed himself up against the headboard of his bed and curled his legs up tightly to his chest, looking towards the window. After some moments the scratching noise was repeated and Harry let out a relieved sigh. It was just the wind, blowing the branches of the tree against his window. Still, it was getting darker out there and soon Moony would be changing. Maybe, just maybe Evan would-

"Yes," he nodded, "I'll go see."

Decided, he crawled to the side of his bed and jumped out heading for his door before stopping and doubling back to fetch Mr Wormy. Aunty Alice had said all kids need at least one plush cuddle toy, no matter how old they were. She had even gone out and bought one for him and Evan both. Harry's was a bookworm – Nev had picked it out for him saying it suited him the best – and he had called it Mr Wormy. Aunty Alice had chosen the one for Evan – a white owl and his older cousin had allowed him to name that one too. Harry had picked Miss Wiggie – after Hedwig, since they both looked so much alike.

Mr Wormy now safely tucked under his arm, the little boy headed back towards his door. Opening it, he stepped out into the hallway and tiptoed down the corridor to the next door down. Careful to be quiet, he opened the door and peeked inside.

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It was the first full moon since Remus had arrived at Potter Manor and Evan was tucked away in his private quarters. He knew that Remus was at this moment several stories below him locked away in a dungeon room. He hoped the man would be comfortable there. When he had first seen the stark room with its hard stone floors he had had a quiet word with the house-elves and asked them to make it a bit more comfortable for him. Hopefully the efforts would be appreciated.

Harry, he knew, was just next door, already bathed and dressed in his pyjamas and ensconced in his four-poster bed. He had tucked the boy in himself not too long ago. It was of course quite a bit earlier than his usual bedtime what with it barely being sundown, but Evan had thought it would be for the best.

Both of them had chosen to have dinner early with Remus before saying goodbye to the man as he headed off downstairs. To all appearances Harry seemed to have been dealing with the whole situation fairly well. Still, just in case he was worrying Evan had decided to send him off to bed early, figuring it would be more than a bit difficult for him to worry whilst asleep. After tucking Harry in, he had decided to have a nice bath himself before curling up warmly in his favourite chair and pulling out the novel he had most recently been reading.

Finishing the page he was on he turned over to the next one, his gaze moving back to the top. At that moment there was a faint creaking noise off to the side but he thought nothing of it. Or rather he thought nothing of it until Hedwig, who had been snoozing at her perch, gave a hoot. Glancing up, he looked over to the owl who seemed to toss her feathered head in the direction of his door. Turning his eyes in that direction he was surprised to see the door open ajar with Harry peeking in. Satisfied that her master was aware of his guest and evidently deciding her nap was over, Hedwig gave a farewell hoot and winged off out the window.

"Harry?" he asked after the owl was gone, "What's wrong little cousin?"

"Can- can I come in?"

Evan frowned at the slight tremor in his charge's voice and set his book aside.

"Sure, come on in."

He watched as Harry entered the room and shut the door behind him before padding across the intervening space between them to stand a few metres in front of him.

Evan took in the boy before him. He wore sky blue pyjamas with animated clouds drifting gently across them and a golden snitch appearing occasionally as it zipped rapidly between the clouds. His hair was particularly messy, flattened down and sticking up at the side where he had most likely been laying. Added to that he had his Mr Wormy tucked up under one arm and Evan couldn't help the little smile that crossed his face. Harry would be most put out with him if he ever dared say it aloud but he was really quite adorable.

His smile faded somewhat though as the read the anxiousness in the wide green eyes looking into his own. Frowning a little, he sat back to give Harry room and held out his arms to him.

"C'mere," he said and Harry jumped into his arm, curling up in his lap, "Now, how about you tell me what's bothering you."

"Nothing," the boy said, avoiding his seeking gaze.

"Harry," he said firmly, taking his chin between his fingers and tilting his head upwards so he could look him in the eye, "Now I'll ask again. Tell me what's bothering you."

The boy hesitated for a moment and Evan noticed his eyes glancing towards the window before he sighed.

"It's just," Harry fiddled with the hem of his nightshirt, "It's nearly nighttime is all."

Frowning in confusion he allowed Harry to pull his chin away and duck his head down as he snuggled deeper into his embrace. Trying to figure out what his charge was worrying about he glanced around, pausing at the window Harry had been looking at. His eyes widened in understanding as he saw the darkening sky and the fat, round moon that hung there among the stars.

"Oh," he murmured, "Harry, are you scared about it being the full moon."

Harry immediately looked up with an indignant expression on his face.

"I'm not scared!" at Evan's unwavering gaze he hesitated before adding, "I'm just a bit- a bit 'worried'. But not 'scared'." He added hurriedly.

The teen held in a smile at the boy's words and their defensive tone. Instead he merely nodded understandingly and Harry – obviously satisfied that his guardian understood the situation properly – ducked his head back down again.

"It's just- It's not Moony I'm scare- I mean 'worried' about, cos I really like Moony. It's just that, well I never even knew there were real werewolves before and now-"

"And now there's one in the house," Evan finished understandingly but looking slightly concerned, "Should I not have offered Remus the Earwig Chamber? Would you like it better if he went to a forest next month?"

Harry contemplated the idea before shaking his head.

"No that's okay. He can stay, just-" Harry paused and looked up at him timidly, "Just maybe I can stay here with you those nights?"

Taking in the shy expression on the boy's face Evan couldn't help himself. He reached up a hand and ruffled his hair, ignoring Harry's indignant "Hey!" and chuckling softly.

"Of course you can stay," he bent down to lay a kiss over the lightning bolt scar on Harry's forehead, "You can stay anytime you want."

"Really?"

"Really," he gave him a hug before abruptly depositing Harry on his feet and standing up, "Now, what say we both get tucked into bed and I read you to sleep?"

"Okay."

Harry raced across the room jumped into bed, waiting for Evan to slide in also before setting Mr Wormy on his side then looking at Harry with a frown.

"What?"

"Where's Miss Wiggie?"

Evan quirked an eyebrow and nodded to the bedside table on Harry's side. Seeing the stuffed owl the boy reached over to retrieve it before leaning towards Evan to tuck the toy in on the other side of the bed.

"Better?" Evan asked with a small smile which widened as Harry nodded seriously, "Good then I'll just call- Tilly!"

'Pop'

"Yes, Master Evan?"

"Tilly, could you get a book for me from the library?"

"Of course Master. What book is Master Evan wanting?"

"Something to read Harry to sleep with. Do you know anything good?"

"Hmm," Tilly's big blue eyes squinted as her face took on a thoughtful look before her expression quickly cleared, "Oh! Tilly knows just the one Master. Tilly will fetch it."

'Pop'… 'Pop'.

Tilly reappeared with a book in her hands which she held out towards Evan. Accepting the book he turned it over to read the title, Harry leaning into him in order to read it also. It was a large, heavy book bound in some sort of pale blue leather with gilt gold lettering. On the front cover was written 'Fairy Tales and Legends'.

"Tilly is knowing the Masters is muggle raised so she is thinking they is never reading of the wizarding fairy tales like most wizarding children," Tilly explained rapidly in an anxious squeaky voice, "Tilly is hoping you is liking."

"It's brilliant," Harry assured the nervous looking elf.

"The perfect choice," Evan added, causing her to break out into proud expression.

"Oh, thankee Masters. Tilly will be leaving youse now."

And with that she disappeared in a 'Pop'.

With the house-elf gone both boys burrowed down further under their covers. Seeing that Harry was settled Evan cracked open the book and began to read.

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– Tue, 2/5/1988 –

The next morning both boys woke up refreshed and well rested. Harry had given Evan a good morning hug and a murmured "Thank you" before heading to his own room to get changed.

Not long after, both boys found themselves in the dining room, eating breakfast and wondering worriedly where their third companion was. Minutes continued to tick by and Evan was just considering calling on a house-elf to fetch the wayward Marauder when there was the faint sound of approaching footsteps. Two dark heads whipped around to watch as the dining room door opened and in walked an exhausted looking Remus Lupin. Looking up to see two worried pairs of green eyes tracking his progress across the room, he gave them both a wan smile before dropping rather ungracefully into his chair.

"Moony?" Harry asked hesitantly, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine Harry. Just a little tired from last night," he tried reassuring the boy but he only frowned in response.

"You look more than a 'little' tired," the he argued, "You look a whole 'lot' tired."

Evan snorted a little at that comment before frowning also.

"He's right, you don't look too good."

"Why thank you Evan, you know just what to say to make a wizard feel good about himself," Remus said dryly, reaching for the glass of pumpkin juice set at his place.

Observing the slight shaking of the man's hand as he lifted the glass, Evan's frown deepened.

"No, seriously. I thought the transformation was supposed to be less draining with the Wolfsbane."

"It is," Remus replied sadly.

"You mean you usually look even badder?" Harry exclaimed.

"Unfortunately yes. But don't you go worry about it. I'll be fine."

"Well," Harry huffed, "You don't look fine. Here you need to eat something."

The elder wizards watched in amusement as Harry then proceeded to fill the man's plate up and spent the rest of breakfast prodding him to eat and refilling his plate and glass when either began to look empty. When breakfast was finally finished and Remus claimed he could eat not a bite more Harry jumped out of his seat and walked around the table to where his tutor was sitting.

"Er, Harry?" Remus asked as Evan did his best not to laugh, "What are you doing?"

"Chekin' your tempatoor," Harry answered earnestly, patting his hand against Remus's forehead.

"You mean 'temperature'?"

"Uh-huh."

"Right…" the man seemed not to know how to react.

Trying to hide the laughter in his voice, Evan asked, "So doc, how's the patient?"

Harry grinned at the 'doc' comment before resuming his best serious air. He shook his head, a dismal expression settling over his face.

"Not good," he declared gravely, "I think he needs bed rest."

"Bed rest?" Remus exclaimed, "I'm fine really."

"Nu-uh," Harry disagreed firmly, "You look sic and Aunty Alice says the best cure for almost anything is 'bed rest'. Come one."

Evan bit his lip in an effort not to chuckle aloud as Harry grabbed onto the hand of the protesting Remus Lupin and – showing a surprising amount of strength for his waiflike appearance – proceeded to drag him from the room. Not wanting to miss the show, the elder Potter immediately got to his feet and followed after.

He ended up trailing along behind the two of them all the way to the hall for the family quarters – where all three of their rooms could be found – and then into Remus's rooms.

Entering the burgundy, sage green and gold themed bedroom, he watched with a grin as Harry proceeded to force Remus into bed and then pulled the covers up over him before running around the bed to tuck them all in. Remus, realising his protests were going unheeded and that he was now effectively pinned down, threw a pleading glance in Evan's direction. Enjoying the show far too much to step in he merely shook his head and grinned even wider, letting out a quiet laugh as the werewolf mouthed the word 'traitor' at him.

"There, now you need to get some sleep, okay," Harry order standing up as straight as his diminutive hight would allow, hands on hips and a stern expression on his face.

"I'd love to stay here and rest for you Harry," Remus tried to reason, "But I have work to do today."

"No you don't" Evan said faux innocently, "You get the day of and the days before and after the full moon off, remember?"

Giving a glare to his employer, Remus tried another excuse.

"I'm afraid I just don't feel like sleeping right now."

Hearing the seriousness in the man's voice actually gave Harry pause. He cocked his head to the side in thought and Remus actually began to hope before the boy suddenly shouted loudly.

"Aha! I know just the think to help you sleep," then turned on his heel and raced out of the room.

Slumping down with a great sigh he actually turned to pout at Evan, only causing the teen to finally laugh aloud.

"You could have helped me," he said with a whine in his voice – although he would deny making any such vocalisation had he been called upon it.

"Why would I do that? I was having such fun watching the show," Evan grinned unrepentantly before sobering, "Seriously though Remus, he's just worried about you… we both are," he added shyly avoiding the man's eyes, then coughed awkwardly, "Anyways, just let him fuss over you; for my entertainment if nothing else."

He grinned up at Remus only to find the man staring fixedly at him. Realising his little joke had not drawn the werewolf's attention from his earlier comment as hoped he felt his cheeks redden a little. After a further moment's scrutiny, Remus gave a soft smile then leaned back with a falsely aggrieved sounding sigh.

"Oh, very well," he said, rolling his eyes in an overdone manner, "I suppose I can endure a little pampering."

"I know that will be very hard for you," Evan said with mock seriously.

"Oh, indubitably," Remus replied with equal gravity before both simultaneously broke out into grins and gave a few chuckles.

At the sound of the door reopening the both turned to see Harry re-enter the room, puffing and out of breath, with a stuffed toy tucked under each arm.

"I'm back," he announced unnecessarily before presenting the toys to a confused Remus, "Here you go."

"Er, what exactly should I do with them?" he asked, looking at the toys in his hands.

Harry rolled his eyes, "Cuddle them of course. Aunty Alice got them because she said every boy needs a cuddle toy. They help you sleep you see. Anyways I figured since you're not really a boy anymore, maybe you'll need two of them. That's why I got Miss Wiggie as well."

"Miss Wiggie?"

"Uh-huh. That's the owl; she's Evan's. The other one's called Mr Wormy and he's mine."

"Ah," was all Remus could think to say.

"You don't mind that I borrowed her, do you Evan?" Harry said, suddenly worried.

"No that's fine," he replied immediately, looking to Remus to see what he would do.

The man seemed set to object before suddenly looking from Harry to Evan and giving that same soft smile as he had before and instead burrowing further under his covers, taking the Mr Wormy and Miss Wiggie with him.

Seeing his tutor was finally surrendering Harry smiled and clapped his hands together happily before grabbing Evan's hand and dragging him from the room.

"Wha- where are we going?"

"Away," Harry explained as though it should be obvious, "Uncle Moony needs peace and quiet so he can sleep."

Both Remus and Evan quirked an eyebrow at the new name but neither said anything.

"Goodnight then boys," Remus called.

"Night Uncle Moony," Harry called.

"Yeah, night Uncle Moony," Evan parroted with a smirk.

The newly dubbed 'Uncle Moony' merely rolled his eyes as the boys departed the room, the door closing softly behind them.

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