This is an M rated story.

A/N: Updates are going a little slower. I was up to Ch23, then realized I didn't like the way it was going, and have been reworking/writing it since CH19. Taking more time than I thought. Also, if anyone is interested in being a Beta, or know a good Beta accepting new stories, PM me.

A/N2: Harry Potter and his world belong to J.K. Rowling, Warner Brothers and anyone that has received licensing rights. I am grateful she gives us the privilege of playing in her world.

Chapter 20

December 26, 1994

Headmaster's Office, Hogwarts, Scotland

Cedric stood before the Headmaster's desk in his best school uniform. His father had been called for this meeting. A very disgruntled Mr. Crouch was there too.

"I have never seen such a blatant disrespect for this school or for the Triwizard Tournament," the Headmaster said in a cold tone.

"Did I break any rules, Headmaster," he asked. He was not a Gryffindor, but he would not stand up and support something he didn't believe in.

"It doesn't matter, Head Boy Diggory. You are a representative and Champion of this school and as such, you are a very visible model student of what this school represents." The Headmaster sounded as though he was trying to control his temper and teach a five-year-old a lesson.

"I should stand for Hogwarts' principles, Headmaster. You named me Head Boy, meaning I am the example that students should look to and emulate. We are supposed to be paragons of hard work, rule followers and moral compasses. As far as I can tell, I broke no rules, I followed the principles this school should stand for and I work hard to get my grades and to compete in this tournament." His voice was determined and hard.

He watched the Headmaster pinch his nose. Crouch stepped towards him. "Do you have any idea how long it took to bring this tournament back and to have it here at Hogwarts, you little brat?"

"That is my son, Barty! Cedric stood up for what he thought right. It is what his mother and I have taught him. Are you seriously upset with my son for doing what is right, Albus? Those children had the full right to attend that Ball last night. They are in full compliance with my Department and have displayed no signs of being a danger to the school," his father said with passion. Cedric would have stood here alone, but having his father helped considerably. He was also eternally grateful his father was on his side.

"Because of his leadership and example one-hundred and twelve students did not attend. More than twenty walked out before dinner was done and another Champion didn't even touch her meal before walking out on her date! Only two champions danced the opening dance." Crouch took a step towards him and his face was slightly red. "The Minister is embarrassed and was talking to the French Minister this morning because of last night. A very irate French Minister I might add."

"I never asked or encouraged any student not to go. They made that decision on their own," he said defiantly.

"It was reckless behavior, Mr. Diggory," the Headmaster said. "It is not just about the rules. Sometimes you have to do what is right even if you may not want to."

"My son did do what was right, Headmaster," his father said angrily.

"Sir, do you support the decision to not allow the Lobos to go? Do you support them having to stay in a different dorm, to exclude them from events and the way many talk about them and to them in the halls?"

"What do you mean by that, Cedric?"

He turned to his father. "Myself and many of the prefects try hard to stop the other students from calling them names, or talking about Potter and his Pack as though they are mutts, dogs or creatures that should be put down. A few Professors try to stop it, but others encourage it. I have not seen the Headmaster..."

"That is enough, Mr. Diggory. This is a school, not a place to practice your politics," the Headmaster spoke over him, not looking pleased.

Cedric took in a deep breath as his father blustered. "Politics! Politics! This is the law, Dumbledore! Every child in this school has equal rights and should not have been excluded because of their status. When I get back into my office, I will launch a full investigation into this. If this was found to be a malicious discrimination, Hogwarts and its Headmaster could be facing stiff fines under the WRC."

"Now see here, Amos. They are only some creatures that are getting special status because the ICW decided they should be their pets," Crouch said indignantly.

He had had enough. He grabbed the Head Boy badge from his robes. Everyone turned to him as the Hogwarts patch ripping echoed in the office. He took a step up to the desk, placing the badge and patch on the Headmaster's bench. "I resign as Head Boy and will no longer consider Hogwarts representative of my principles. From this point on, I will continue with classes, go to the tournament events that are required but will not participate in anything else that represents this school. Mr. Crouch, I will see you the morning of February twenty-fourth. If you need to contact me, go through my father or our solicitor."

The Headmaster looked stunned and Crouch was opening and closing his mouth like a fish. "Dad, I'm sorry, but I have to do this," he said turning to his father. His father was shocked for a second before a sense of pride came over his face.

His father clamped his hands on his shoulder. "You have nothing to be sorry for. I am proud of you. You are my son."

"He is your son and this is an outrage! How could you be proud of this spectacle!" Crouch was spitting as he talked.

His father moved him to the side before staring Crouch down. "I am proud of my son, Barty. He is doing what is right and moral. Unlike some people."

"Mr. Diggory, please reconsider. You are under contract to attend all events and Hogwarts needs its Head Boy. Perhaps this was just a misunderstanding between us," the Headmaster stated.

Cedric stood up tall. "My contract only requires me to participate in Triwizard events and the rules clearly states that is the Weighing of the wands, three competitions and a closing ceremony. Until the Lobos are officially recognized as a new house, all restrictions on them are lifted and you enforce the rules you set at the beginning of the year to keep them from being bullied and chased, I will never put that badge on again, Headmaster. If you will excuse me, I have plans to go into Hogsmeade with my date that I did not get to have last night."

With that, he nodded to his father and marched to the door. He heard yelling as he slammed the door behind him. He walked back down to the third hall, past students heading into the Great Hall for a late scheduled brunch after last night and down into the dungeons below the main keep. He knew he had done the right thing, but it hurt to feel as though he might have disappointed his father or others doing what he just had. His conscious wouldn't let him do anything different though.

The hot shower let him relax his muscles. He didn't want to be stressed out for Angelina. She was one of the rays of sunshine in his life over the last month. And to think, he never would have thought to ask her out if Potter hadn't hit him that day. She had hunted him down later, being very protective of her Seeker. The slap on his face had covered the bruise quiet well for the first day.

After that, she had asked for help in Arithmancy, which he was happy to tutor her in. She had been happy to accept his invitation to Hogsmeade after the first task. Since then, he found he really liked how she kissed and that she hadn't needed any help on her Arithmancy. She was actually better than he was.

Those happy thought brought him up short as he walked into the Entry Hall at close to eleven.

Angelina was standing there, as was every prefect from Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, plus two from Ravenclaw. Head Girl Beladona was with them. "I saw you stalking away from the Headmaster's Office looking upset," Angelina said to him.

He was never happier to see anyone in his life. Dating the Gryffindor Chaser for the last month had been perfect. Seeing her in a skirt and yellow blouse with a long winter cloak was what he needed today. She was ready to leave the castle, as was he. He noticed her cloak was missing her Prefect badge. "What is this," he asked.

She looked at him. "I didn't see your Head Boy badge and the rip on your sleeve where the Hogwarts patch usually goes," she shrugged. "I figured you either got attacked by a troll or ripped it off yourself."

He smiled at her and moved to her side. "You don't seem too worried if it had been a troll."

"Figured if you were smart enough to beat a dragon, a troll shouldn't be able to outwit you," she smirked. He pulled her to him and someone cleared their throat. His face flushed and she looked smugly pleased with herself before she gently pushed him away, turning more serious. "We can't support what is happening to Potter and Granger and the others. They are Gryffindors, even if they aren't now. We went to Professor McGonagall and handed in ours too."

"It wasn't right last night. I am sorry for going to the Ball," Beladona said. A few more apologized.

He shook his head. "I never asked any of you not to go, I just said I would not. Don't feel guilty. I hope you enjoyed it. I am sorry for not giving you a good night, Angie."

She smiled at him and took a few steps to take his hand. "Are you kidding? The Weasleys got us a ton of stuff and we had our own party. McGonagall didn't even break it up. I know I saw two AM before going to bed."

He smirked at her. "Well, if you aren't partied out, maybe I can take you to lunch and a walk around Hogsmeade?"

"I would like that." She took his hand and he liked how warm it was in his.

"As for the rest of you, thank you. If you want to get your badges back, then I understand."

"Are you kidding? If this is how the Headmaster and others want to treat people, then I want nothing to do with it," Jasper Trask said. He was a sixth-year Hufflepuff. There were words of assent all around.

-oOo-

Headmaster's Office, Hogwarts, Scotland

Albus sat heavily in his chair after a still fuming Barty walked out. Over the last month, things were falling apart around him. He looked at the silver Head Boy badge. In all his years, he had never had a Head Boy or Head Girl do that. It was an honor that they all treasured. Looking at it, he realized that the prestige and clout that was Hogwarts was fading and he didn't know why.

He barely had time to get himself a tumbler of whiskey before a knock came at his door.

"Come in," he said, knowing it was Minerva.

"Good Morning, Albus. Ah, I see you already have one on your desk."

He turned to her to see her holding a bag. "I already have one of what, Minerva? It has been a very taxing night and morning and I do not have the patients for riddles."

She gave him a hard look. "Maybe if you spent more time with your students and the school then you would have noticed you have a Head Boy badge on your desk," she said coolly.

He rubbed at his temple. "I am very aware of that fact," he said irritably.

The bag clinked as she placed it on the desk. "Well, I have a Head Girl and fourteen prefect badges to add to your collection."

He shot his head up to her. "What do you mean?"

Her hard look didn't lessen. "It would appear some students saw Mr. Diggory leaving your office. I was visited by all the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff prefects, the two fifth year prefects from Ravenclaw and the Head Girl. They all tendered their resignation and handed in their badges until such time 'Hogwarts gets its head out of its arse and starts doing as the Founders wanted'. Ms. Johnson had some colorful words."

For the first time he could remember in ages he lost his temper enough to throw the crystal tumbler of whiskey across the room. "Damn him to Morgana! This all started with Potter!"

"This all started because you failed to do as you should! Maybe if you were around more you would see the divide that has occurred in this school. I do most of your responsibilities and recently realized that I have been extremely lax in all my responsibilities because of the time constraint on all of them. As such, I am tendering my resignation as Head of Gryffindor and shall be lightening my load as Transfiguration Professor. Septima, once being a Gryffindor herself, has agreed to fill the post as Head if House until you and the Governors can find another replacement or confirm her. A suitable candidate has been provided from the Ministry to take all my first through third year classes. My new free time shall be used to properly lead this school as Deputy Headmistress."

"Minerva, those are not your decisions to make. I am Headmaster and as such can choose who to higher and how to utilize my staff," he told her angrily.

"I would quite agree, Albus, except you gave me those rights over your years of flitting around Britain and the Continent playing your games. You have full rights to higher new professors, but not substitutes or associates if workloads become too much. If you press me on this, you will have my resignation on your desk as soon as I can pack my things. I think half your staff might follow if you did. How will you explain that to the Governors? Or do you even care?"

They stared each other down for a few. He cared very much for his students and the wizarding world he was trying to protect. Sacrifices had to be made and what did it matter if a few children's feeling were hurt? He was also following his life debts. The brats were safe, their bodies were in perfect health and they were staying in Britain so that Potter could get his inheritance.

"I shall be back at two to decide who the new prefects are. I will make sure Pomona and Filius are with me."

He took a deep breath. "Minerva, I need you as Head of Gryffindor. You have made a fine Head of House."

She snorted. "Fine enough that it led to two Gryffindors denouncing their House and six prefects handing their badges in! Oh, yes, perfectly fine," she said with sarcasm. "Since becoming Deputy Headmistress, I have spent less and less time looking after my Gryffindors. I do not trust myself to not cause any more harm to my House, but I can help to bring order back to this school."

-oOo-

Lobo Dorms, Hogwarts, Scotland

They had decided to stay in the dorm while Bonnie and Jason went with the Weasley's and their friends from Hufflepuff. Yesterday she wouldn't have agreed to it, but after hearing about what had happened last night and this morning, she found there was a group she would trust any of her Pack with. Ron had looked put out that Harry and her decided to stay in, but Harry had promised to go out for a snowball fight tomorrow. Annabel had accepted an invitation from Remus to take her home for the night. She had actually looked happy to be going.

Hermione had been feeling flustered all day and it was probably a good thing they were the only ones in the dorm. She couldn't seem to be close enough to Harry. Potion books, parchments, quills and inkpots were spread over the table while she was sitting on the table with her blouse around her waist, her bra off and Harry kissing her chest. Her hands where in his hair and she groaned with need as his hands moved over the outside of her thighs under her skirt and to her bum.

He pulled back to say something and she took his face in her hands and gave him a deep needy kiss. Her tongue demanded entry to his mouth and he quickly complied. She moved her hands down to his jumper and desperately tried to pull it off. He sounded gruff as he said, "Hermione, maybe we should go into our room?" He was only able to speak while she struggled to take his jumper and shirt off. Her lips crashed back into his as she threw his clothes. She needed him and she needed him now.

When he tried to pull away, she growled and bit his lower lip gently to keep him close. He pulled back and his eyes were pools of molten green that sent a need through her that came out in a wet spot in her knickers. She let go of his lip reluctantly to see he needed an answer. "Harry, I don't care where you take me."

He growled at her and she felt the heat in her grow. His hands needed to be roaming farther and she needed to feel him naked on her. Without a word, he stood up and lifted her. She let out a moan as she wrapped her legs around him and she could feel how hard he was. She ground her crotch into his and he groaned. She was happy she wore a skirt today, even if it was cold out. His hands where holding her thighs and she wrapped her arms around his neck. The feel of their bare chests together drove a hot heat to her core.

It was a frantic rush to the bedroom. They fell onto the bed, his body between her legs and they tried to remove their clothes while her legs were still wrapped around his midsection. "This isn't working," he groused, and she felt his magic move around them. Her magic pulled to him and Harry's caressed hers. It was more intimate than anything she had felt and her body pressed against his, her knickers becoming very wet. In a second, she was in her all as her clothes disappeared. She had no clue where they went and didn't care to feel him pressing against her quivering core. She let a sound of such need Harry grew stiffer against her and she tried to press his cock into her. She kissed every inch of exposed skin she could as he moved and positioned himself at her slit.

She started to pant to have him at her entrance. Her body pulsed to feel him tease at her slit, moving up and down, just barely entering her as she breathed heavily. She reached out her magic to encourage him. He pulled back enough to look her in the eyes. She was looking at him through lidded eyes, her body burning with need and wanting him in her. "Harry, please," she begged his burning green eyes.

He was breathing as heavily as she was. "Are you sure," he said in a ragged breath, as though it was taking all his will power not to enter her. "Please," she begged again.

She let out a long groan as he gently moved into her. She had never felt the like. His magic was still brushing against hers, sending an excitable tingling through her entire body. He stretched her and she whimpered a little. He stopped and waited. After the pain passed, she used her legs to push his bottom and take him in more. She was so wet he didn't meet resistance until he was against her virgin wall. "Please," she whispered into his ear, pulling him close, letting her own magic reach for his and inviting him into her. She needed him, all of him.

"I love you," he told her as he pushed. She cried out a little at the pain. His magic spiked with hers. His responded by trying to sooth her and feeling guilty. She tried to reassure him as the pain passed by pushing her feeling for him through her magic. After a moment she encouraged him to move. She panted and whined and whimpered like her wolf as he started to move deeper and harder. It was waves of intense feelings as their bodies found a tempo and their magics caressed each other. "Please," she kept repeating. "Oh, Harry! Harry," she said louder as she felt an orgasm start. It was more intense and pleasurable than anything he had done to her before. Their magics mingled with each other as she screamed into his shoulder. "Hermione," he said in a harsh whisper before he grunted. She felt him pulse in her as she felt waves of her own pleasure crash over her. She thought she felt the intense pleasure he got as his magic held her tight. Hermione tried to push her own rapture back to him.

She pulled him in with her legs so his entire length was in her. It was a warm sensation to feel him spend his seed in her that caused her whole body to clench around his shaft. "Hermione," he grunted again as she felt him pulse and release more in her.

Soundlessly, she let her magic encourage him to empty himself in her as she rocked with her own release.

Eventually, she loosened her muscles and Harry rolled to her side. She kept him locked in her legs, still needing to feel him in her. "I love you," she whispered kissing him. She felt spent, her wolf sated. Her magic retreated some, just lightly touching Harry's.

Supporting her head on his sweaty arm, he gave her a smile that sent a thrill through her. "I love you too, beautiful."

-oOo-

December 30, 1994

Bliyhl House, Devonshire, England

Harry was tired. The last three days had been pleasurable, more than pleasurable, but he was starting to feel like he needed rest. Alexandra assured him the first time or two were typically the roughest. As the wolf settled into its heat and they got older, it wasn't such a marathon. For now, being the first time, they and their wolfs were not used to it. She had told them the more active they were between heats the easier they would become.

Harry couldn't keep the smile off his face as he thought about this morning. He didn't think keeping active would be a problem. He had lazily woken up to Hermione equally as lazily playing with him in her mouth. It got heated when she saw he was awake and met his eyes before suddenly taking him all the way in and he felt the tightness of her throat. She hadn't done that before. It felt like he was inside her slit as she moved up and down and he lasted only a few minutes before she almost choked on the amount he had spewed in her throat. "Hermione!" He remembered calling her name a few times.

He felt guilty only for a moment before she had given him a satisfied smile to see the goofy, tired grin on his face before stroking him to hardness again and sitting on his lap. She had held his hands over his head and told him not to move as she brought both of them to a climax. After that, neither of them had felt up to it again and had fallen back to sleep until Remus had woken them by knocking on their door.

Now, he found themselves sitting on a plush sofa in a large sitting room of Bliyhl House. To be away from Hogwarts was a blessing. He was leaning back, his head thrown as far back as the couch would allow and his feet on a coffee table with his eyes closed and just listening. Hermione was laying on the couch with her head on his lap. Given her steady breathing and the way her hand had fallen limp on her shoulder where her fingers had laced into his, he knew she was sleeping. He hoped he could get a nap in too. Alexandra said they may have another day or so before the lust passed and they went back to normal.

He wasn't sure what normal was going to be yet, but it would involve activities like the last few days, just maybe with more rest between.

Bonnie was playing a game of snaps with Jason and Theresa. Harry found he liked Theresa. She was like a little sister he never knew he could have. Annabel was leafing through a book. They were all waiting for the adults. Today was going to be a lesson on wolves and nine of them would be in the same room today. Harry was glad that his Pack and Mr. Granger's pack was getting along so well now and that he had made a peace with the man as they both accepted his daughter was a woman and she was with Harry.

That was the other thing. When they arrived, her mother was a little stiff. They knew that with this first mating they would be considered husband and wife in the wizarding world. They could never be separated now to mate with another and they were now bonded. Since they had had the small row beginning of December, her father had come to accept the inevitable. Her mother not so much, but they had agreed to a small ceremony over Easter Holiday that her mum was organizing here at Bliyhl House.

In the meantime, Harry had asked Remus to take him to Gringotts before Christmas. He had intended to have a betrothal ring made for Hermione, and instead visited his family vaults for the first time. He had not expected them to be so large. There really was millions of galleons worth of artifacts, heirlooms and raw currency. While there, he found a case of rings and on Christmas morning, before it all went to hell, he had asked Hermione if she would wear his mother's engagement ring. He wasn't sure if it was right or not, but he thought it perfect for her. It had a pink diamond with rubies set in the band. She told him in no uncertain terms that if he tried to return it to the vaults and replace it with another he would find himself out of her bed for a long time.

Harry had taken that as a sign she liked it. It also meant a great deal to him she would feel honored to wear something from his mother. Now, they would need wedding bands, but they had decided to wait until Easter.

He brushed his hand through her hair. It was odd but comforting to think she was his wife. She was his Hermione.

An indeterminant time later, he was gently shaken awake by Mr. Granger. "Welcome back, sleepyheads," he said gently as Hermione stirred in his lap.

"I know you two need some rest, but this is important and I don't have a better time for this," Remus told them, sounding as though he didn't like to bother them.

"What time is it," he asked blinking and rubbing sleep out of his eyes.

"About two," Mr. Granger said. He had been out of it for at least a half-hour. "Remus, could we do this tomorrow?" He looked at him and his daughter with caring eyes.

"I don't think we should wait if we have them all here now," Alexandra spoke. "The pack should know of the dangers that they could now be exposed to and we should start their education of our history. I plan to do this the next few days."

"I agree, Alexandra. Why don't you three put those away," Remus said to the group still playing snaps.

"I want to keep playing," Theresa spoke up.

"We can play later, Terry," Bonnie said grabbing the smoking card in Terry's hand. They burst before she could place them back on the pile. "Merlin," she shouted.

"Bonnie," a light brown hair woman scolded her. "Language."

Dawn Green was a very recent addition to the house. They had offered her a place to stay after meeting last week and she had agreed to let him claim Bonnie for their Pack. Ms. Green did not want to join either of their packs, which Mr. Granger and him respected. They could provide a safe place for her and Bonnie though.

"Sorry, mum," Bonnie said not looking very contrite.

"Now, I would like to focus on what we came here to do."

"What did you bring us all here for, Remus," he asked, leaning his head back again and stifling a yawn.

In response, Remus went to a table behind a sofa opposite them and opened a draw. "I want to talk about the history that Alexandra and I know about what we are. At one time, it is believed that all packs had a keeper of the knowledge, and that would be passed down to each new generation and between packs. This book contains all that I have been able to collect. A wolfscrit is very valuable to a pack. To lose a wolfscrit is a horrible loss of knowledge, but over the last few centuries, the old pack structures are not what they used to be. Harry, would you mind if I leave a copy in your family vaults?"

"Of course not, Remus," he told his Beta.

Hermione had perked up and sat up, moving to lean against Harry. "Remus, why haven't you told us of this before," she asked. Harry knew she would have been reading the book already if she had known

"Because I do not trust some of the knowledge in this book in the hands of anyone not a wolf or Pack. I will not take it to Hogwarts and I will not let it leave my Pack," Remus told her.

"What about us," Mr. Granger asked.

"I have one, Dan. It contains all the same knowledge in Remus'. We exchanged the knowledge. That is typically the responsibility of the Beta or an Elder," Alexandra told them. "

"I want to read a book," Terry said.

Remus smiled at her. "We will start teaching you what we can, little one. Each member of the Pack, past and present, will put their name in here. We can do that later," he said when Hermione went to move again. "Now, many do not possess this knowledge anymore, instead believing what is commonly known to the wizarding or muggle worlds. First and foremost, we were not the twisted creatures we have become." Remus turned the pages to one that showed a wolf.

"Legends have it that at one time, we walked the earth as a wolf. Some believe we evolved from magic when there was a need, others that the wolf granted ancient shamans with the powers to protect their tribes. I don't know which is true. Perhaps both."

Alexandra spoke up. "Our Elder spoke of a pact made between the ancient covens and the wolf. Both were in need of a defender with the incursion of the Latin Devil's. The Covens and the Druids each gave up some of their numbers to take a gift from all three. The original werewolves were given the form and enhanced senses from the wolf. The covens gave them the ability to change back to their human form and to keep their humanity while changed. The Druids gave the strength and magic to bind them all and resist the battle magic used at the time by their enemies."

They all looked at Remus. "I had not heard that one. Some of the founder tales I know go back before the time of the Pharaohs and the magic of the Kings."

"For those of a true wolf or other forms, yes. For a werewolf, as we are, I have heard is started with the Latin Devils on the continent," Alexandra said.

Hermione yawned. "Alexandra, what do you mean by a true wolf?"

She looked at Hermione. "Just as I said. A witch or wizard could accept the form of a wolf. They would become the wolf, never to be a human again, but they would keep their magic. It was a boon and curse, depending on how you see it."

She nodded. "Remus, was there any evidence of werewolves before the Romans started to march into the old Celtic lands?"

Remus snorted. "Even half asleep you jump to conclusions it took me years to really look for. No, the earliest records that I know of is from Alexandra or Celtic and Pictus texts and runes from the British Isles. That was where I thought the true wolf had been infected. I always wondered about that until now."

"The first real mention I can find of our kind was about 45 AD, but I had not heard Alexandra's knowledge before. The current sickness that seems to infect many of us appears to have started about the time the Romans abandoned England, around 408 BC. Records on the continent are within the same time period. It is not easy to confirm that all the dates are accurate."

"What do you mean sickness," Jason asked. "You mean like I'm sick?"

"No, Jason. You aren't sick. It's what we call those wolfs that experience the madness at the full moon, and sometimes all the time," Alexandra told him.

"The wolfsbane potion blocks the madness," Remus said. "That is why you can still think like a human when turned."

Hermione shifted. "Remus, I thought perfectly fine that first month without the wolfsbane potion. I was only reacting to threats I thought Harry was under."

"Is that why you tried to attack Shacklebolt," Harry asked her. They hadn't really talked about that first time. He knew Hermione had avoided it because she had hurt him.

She hugged his leg again. "You are my mate, Harry. Even then I knew that."

"Yes, you and Harry seem to be exceptions, but I think it has to do with certain potion ingredients that could not be purged from your system," Remus told them.

"What potions," Alexandra asked.

"I think we should talk about it later," Remus said to her.

"Uncle Remus, who are the Roman and the Latin Devils?"

"They are the same people, Terry," Mr. Granger told her. He briefly described who they were.

"What the history books don't tell you is that part of how they took over so much, so fast and were able to maintain their empire was magic. They used true battlemages with their legions and most muggle or small magical groups fell before them," Remus added.

"They were devils, using dark magic many times to win or control their subjects," Alexandra said. "Many of the old religions and old ways of practicing magic died under their iron soles. It wasn't until they started facing the Druids and Covens of the North that they were checked for a long time. Unfortunately, it took the breaking of all those traditions to finally see the Latin Devils fall."

Hermione had perked up and sat up next to him. "Hogwarts doesn't really talk about the old magics or religions."

"I would think not. To Britain, the ways of Merlin, which were closer to the Romans, are what is predominant now. Most of the western world uses roots in the Roman style of magic. Over time, it was found their methods were easier to master and thus much of the world has followed in the Devils' and Merlin's boot trails," Remus said.

"You make it sound like Merlin was real," Dan said.

Harry looked at him. He had heard it the last few years, and had it pounded into his head that the man had lived, but no one had questioned it like that. "Merlin was real. He was one of the last practicing Druids that converted to the Latin style of magic. He was able to draw on both traditions to do magic that is far beyond what most can achieve now. From what I know, he was trained by the Picts, then Morgana herself, before following the teachings of Orrelius Ceasum. You can find records of this in the Library of London."

Hermione's sleepiness was fading fast. "Remus, there isn't a magical library in London."

He smiled at her. "There is, Hermione. It's a closely guarded secret that is only revealed upon achieving your OWLS and if you have need working for the Ministry or Hogwarts."

"If it is so closely guarded, why would you tell us," she asked.

"My Alpha demanded I tell him whatever secret may endanger or help the Pack. This knowledge may be useful," he told her.

"Remus, you know I trust you if you need to keep secrets that do not directly affect us," he told Remus. "And I understand if there are things that you should handle as an adult." Since the debacle with Dumbledore, Remus had not kept anything from them that would directly impact the pack in that way.

"I know, Harry, but if I don't need to keep a secret from you, I don't want to. You are our Alpha. As such, there are decisions you will have to make for the Pack that you should be informed of. I only keep secret that I should as your Guardian, or that I think dangerous for you to know right now," Remus told him.

"Mum, did you know any of this," Bonnie asked. He noticed that as they talked, she had moved next to Jason and Terry had crawled into her lap.

"No, I didn't. Remus, how much of this is fact?"

"There is evidence to support everything we tell you except the true origin of our kind. But as you know, documents from so long ago, may be fabricated or colored by its writer. That being said, it is generally agreed about Merlin. As far as our origins, there are many traditions that all converge on the Great Strife that occurred in Britain about 408AD and northern Europe about three hundred years later."

"What is the Great Strife," Mr. Granger asked.

"It was time that broke the Covens and Druids and almost killed off our find."

"Remus, can you take me to the Library of London," Hermione asked.

Remus chuckled. "Once you get your OWLs we can ask for a permit from the Ministry."

"That's end of next year," she huffed.

"Alexandra, was there anything else about our origins? Didn't the old Covens turn into hags? Was that part of the old magic breaking," Dawn asked her.

Hermione stiffened next to him and he didn't understand. Alexandra looked at Bonnie's mum. "That is the story I know, but most don't remember that anymore. When the old magics broke, there was a split between those that opposed the Latin Devils and those that retreated into well-hidden lands. That was the downfall the old Pict, Druidic and the Latin magics. From there rose the Merlinian and Continental techniques. It just took centuries for the last of the true Covens and Druids to die out."

"Your telling me that the hags and werewolves are linked in this way," Hermione said next to him. He was wondering where this was going.

"Yes. There are things about hags we must tell you about. If the old texts are true, it is also when dementors were created," Remus said.

Harry felt a chill pass through him. He did not like dementors, and for a good reason.

Dawn growled. "Don't mention those foul things," she told him. "They are the spawn of devils."

"Exactly," Alexandra said. "They are the spawn of Devils. When the Legions were broken by the Picts and Caledonians guarding the Antonine Wall, some of the Latin Devil magic wielders sacrificed themselves. Through dark magic, they turned into wraiths that were to bring despair to the enemy. Instead, they wreaked havoc among all they came across. There are rumors that some of the old myths about using certain candles, blood sacrifices and coins will work. Superstitions among magicals are usually not from some whim."

Harry swallowed. He knew the magical world was not a safe place, but it sounded absolutely tame compared to the past. "Dad," Terry said getting up and running to Mr. Granger. He looked stunned for a second as the girl hugged him.

"Remus, I think this is scaring Terry. Maybe we could talk of something else?"

Remus looked at the small girl kindly. "I am sorry, Terry. Maybe it is time for you to go find Mrs. Granger and get some strawberries."

She looked at Remus. "Can someone go with me?"

"Jason, why don't you go. Some of the next topics are meant for slightly older ears," Remus told him.

"Why does Bonnie get to stay? She's my age," Jason said looking at Remus.

"Bonnie is almost a year and a half older. She will be thirteen in about three weeks," Remus told him. "Your twelfth birthday isn't until the end of August."

"I didn't know you were almost thirteen," Annabel said looking at her. "And you're only a first year?"

He watched Bonnie flush some. "I would have started the year before if the laws hadn't stopped me. Professor McGonagall said if I test out, I can move to third year next year, like I should be."

"That's why you have been helping her so much," Annabel looked at them.

Harry shrugged. "She asked and wanted to keep it secret. I think we have all been helping you."

"Annabel, you are almost up to fourth year with your studies. I know you have been doing the assignment lists that were given to us when we registered. Jason is not far behind Bonnie."

Bonnie blinked. "If we are there, where are you two?"

"Except for Runes, I think close to the end of the syllabus," Harry said. They had been working, almost non-stop on their studies. Some weeks it was only the fact that the beautiful brunette leaning against him kept him sane. He had never realized that even though he had decent grades before, just how much he had been slacking off. He just hoped he could keep this pace up for the next three and a half years. He wasn't sure if they could take their NEWTS early.

"Harry, I think we are already beyond what the Professors may cover this year. We are only about four or five weeks of assignments left on the lists, and you are doing very well for not taking Runes last year," she told him with pride.

He smiled. "Only because you help me." He kissed her on the head.

"Can I get some strawberries now," Terry asked.

"Yes. Jason, go with her," Mr. Granger said. Harry felt the slight command in the voice that the man probably didn't even realize. Jason moved uncomfortably before looking at Harry. Remus sensed the issue and moved in.

"Jason, can you please take Terry," Remus asked kindly.

Jason nodded after Harry nodded. Mr. Granger had probably not meant to do it that way, but the challenge had been there. Hermione grabbed his hand. When Jason and Terry left the room, she sent a hard look to her father. "Dad, I realize you were probably just doing that as a parent, but don't tell our Pack what to do."

The man looked at them. His eyes met his then his daughters before bowing his head. "I didn't mean it like that, princess. It was what I used to do when you wouldn't do as told."

Harry let out a breath. "Mr. Granger, I understand, but Remus is his guardian and I am his Alpha." It was not in anger, nor malice he said it that way, but he would not have his dominance questioned. The wolf hummed its approval.

Mr. Granger gave him a hard look. The man understood and nodded.

"Now that you two are getting along, we have one more bit of important information," Alexandra said in a no-nonsense tone. "You four are all at the age that you can become active and have sex, whether it be with your Mate or another. Bonnie, I can smell you had your first bleeding. How long ago?"

Bonnie looked at Alexandra, looking like she wanted to talk about anything else in front of the assembled crowd. Hermione spoke up. "Three moons ago. The three of us all have about the same cycle."

Harry felt embarrassed for Bonnie. He had grown used to talking of this stuff with Hermione over the last few months, but they had not about the other wolfs in his pack. Alexandra nodded. "So you remember what we talked about?"

Hermione nodded. "Yes. But aren't they too young."

Mr. Granger, Dawn and him all had the same lost expression. The three girls all looked as though they understood. "I would think so. I don't see either of them starting their first big core growth soon, but Annabel may be ready within your next two heats."

"What are you talking about," Dawn asked.

"A pack will often follow their alpha, or the alpha's mate, in their cycles and their heats. Typically, the alphas will experience it a moon before the rest of the pack," Alexandra said to Dawn before turning to them. "That is a dangerous time for a pack."

"Why," Mr. Granger asked.

With Hermione fully awake now, and with the mention of estrus, he could smell the beginning hints of her arousal again. At least he felt more awake than this morning, plus the two times last night.

"As I have explained to our young ones, and I know you have with your daughter, Dawn. When a wolf is in heat, she will do one of two things. Seek out her mate or seek out the best option she thinks will give her the strongest pups," Alexandra told them.

Remus looked as though he knew all this and took a seat. Mr. Granger didn't look that pleased, looking at them. "Please say you won't let me do that," Annabel said to him and Hermione.

Hermione spoke with fervor. "I would never let you do that."

Alexandra nodded. "You may not have some happy girls for a little bit, but a wolf can survive their heat without a man. They cannot survive it if they have a mate. If either of you find your true mate, we will have to worry about that then. The danger if you don't have a mate is that you will attract other Alphas that may be around. Any child born to the pack belongs to the Alpha."

He took in a sharp breath. He didn't like the sound of that. "You mean they will all be mine?"

Hermione squeezed his arm hard. "I am not sharing you."

Alexandra looked at them with a smile. "No, Mrs. Potter, you will not." Her father closed his eyes and Annabel looked at them quickly. "Yes, according to wizarding law, I know what your pairing means. I can also sense the bond you have formed. Harry will never willingly seek another woman."

"What do you mean willingly," she growled at the older woman.

"Your bond and the nature of your wolf will protect you from much, but there are still some spells and potions that can try to overpower it. As for you, as much as I hate to say, they can affect you too, or you can be raped. With your bond, you will never carry any child but Harry's," she told them.

Her father stood up and glared at his Beta. "Are you trying to scare them! Why would you even suggest that after what they were purged off."

He felt grateful to Mr. Granger. Harry had stiffened and felt his face go pale at the mention. He would never lose himself or Hermione that way.

"I am preparing them for what may be out there. There has been history, and still is, the practice of using girls like this as sex slaves. They are classified beasts that unless protected by law or a pack can be enslaved, legally I may add. The sexual drive of wolves and their subservient nature to an appropriate will if not an Alpha is easily exploited," Alexandra told him angrily.

"Dan, I think this is important for all of us to know. It is not just girls that are usually taken in by sex bonders. Given our faster healing rates and the way we resist damage can be useful to those with very little morals," Remus said. Hermione was clutching his arm. Bonnie and Annabel looked scared.

"Mum," Bonnie said getting up and moving to her side.

"Come here, Annabel," Hermione said and she moved to them. Hermione wrapped her in her free arm.

Mr. Granger had turned red. "I will never allow that to happen to anyone in this house or those that we can help," the man said with a determination to his eyes that it made Harry feel better.

"I will never allow that," Harry told them.

Alexandra nodded. "There is another danger, especially when non-mated females go into heat. Like I said, Alpha's will search them out and a child belongs to the Alpha. If another Alpha sires a child of one of your packs, he can challenge you. This will be a different challenge than normal. If his claim to the child is able to overpower yours, your pack will turn on you and kill any other children and the Alphas, unless the new Alpha decided to keep you as a Beta. Either way, all other children will be killed, many times the new Betas having to kill their own offspring."

"WHAT!" Mr. Granger bellowed.

Harry was out of his seat too. "I will kill anyone that would dare to threaten my child or anyone of my pack," he said with a dangerous growl. "I will never harm a child that way."

Mr. Granger looked at him. They had an understanding it would never happen and they would ensure it didn't happen to either Pack.

"From you two, I can believe it," Alexandra said.

"We will all ensure that will never happen. Now, we have one more topic before we break," Remus spoke up.

Annabel was still clutching Hermione tight while Bonnie looked at him. She was putting her trust in him to ensure she would be safe with him. Dawn nodded when he met her eyes. Harry sat and Mr. Granger huffed loudly before leaning against a wall.

"Now, I know we all know that wizards and witches were bitten at Tettenhall almost two weeks ago," he said a little sadly.

"The Prophet reported the death toll rose to eleven." Hermione voice was sad and hard.

"I still can't believe that our kind can do that," Mr. Granger said.

Remus shook his head. "That is one of the worst attacks I have seen in many years. Because of that attack, you will have three new students joining you in Lobo House."

Harry had a strong feeling that would happen. He wasn't sure how he felt about it yet. The two named students who had been bitten had never given them a hard time or ever talked directly to them, from what he remembered. That didn't mean though that he and Hermione hadn't heard them talk about them since they had been turned.

"You mean Greengrass and Zabini," Hermione said. He sensed her less than enthused tone.

Remus nodded. "Yes. Tracey Davis as well. Lord Greengrass has invited us to a tea New Years day. He would like to talk with us about the WRC, what it is like to be a werewolf and to see if we could possibly help them adjust."

He tried to hold a steady look. He had never had a good experience with any Slytherin while in school and now they would be sharing their House with them. "Will they become Lobos?"

"I don't know. Now that you declared it and Hogwarts has recognized it, I don't know if they have a choice."

"I am not sad at that choice," Bonnie told them. "We may have been Hufflepuffs or Gryffindors, but the Lobos are family."