A/N: Phew, I was worried for a while it wouldn't fit, but perfect. :) Granted, I cut a little of the Dursley side of things out, but it came together quite well. I'm proud of this fic.
BTW, the title had more relation to dreams than to werewolves. Not sure how many people saw that one, considering Remus.
Enjoy the final installment.
Beneath a Shadowed Moon
Chapter 25 (017) – Soul
Harry was back in the car, his holiday over like flower petals in a breeze. His memory of the week was a blur like the mass of scenery that stretched out now, and it blurred even further as the strips of grey, green and yellow burnt themselves into their mind.
His Uncle seemed amused. 'Had fun, did you?'
Harry didn't know; it didn't seem as though he'd done much, save wander aimlessly about.
He closed his eyes, trying to remember the dream he'd had the night before. That seemed more important, but all he felt was a strange mix of warmth, fear and family.