So Harry was internally and probably externally freaking out! His heart was pounding and his head was filled with a litany of, "Holy Merlin! What's happening? And do I fight this?"

Fenrir's body was warm and even though he wasn't cold to begin with, Harry felt the warmth throughout his own body. Fenrir felt like coming home and that scared him more than Voldemort himself. Only Hogwarts and the soothing forest had ever felt like this. Don't get him wrong, Harry loved Hermione and Ron, but they weren't home. Fenrir was a complete stranger and had absolutely no right being able to fill Harry with this feeling of comfort. It just felt right and horribly wrong at the same time. Harry still heard voices in his mind telling him that freaks don't deserve feelings like this...it sounded suspiciously like Vernon and Petunia.

Harry also knew that Fenrir was dangerous. He didn't know his reputation, but he definitely knew that Fenrir was capable of danger just from the way he walked and his aura. Fenrir was massive and packed with muscle. He almost looked like a bodybuilder, but more natural and his strength seemed one created out of doing things like fighting, not mindless weight machines. His thighs were strong and Harry knew that there was no hope of even being able to outrun him, that is if he wanted to run.

Now that Harry was sitting closely to Fenrir, he felt the roughness of his skin and his hands. The hands that were pressing against Harry's arm and softly stroking his skin. Fenrir was staring at the fire and thinking. His hand was pressed against his arm and his thumb was wrapped around and stroking the soft skin of his arm. Harry could feel the calluses and the nearly unnatural warmth. His skin was slightly dark from the sun. Harry could also see some pale outlines of scars on the skin that he could see. They were pale and clearly old.

Shaking his head, Harry forced him to face reality. As much as Harry would like to lose himself in the fantasy of running off with a handsome man (and isn't that something new, since when is Harry attracted to men?). He pulled himself away from Fenrir who in his distracted state didn't pose much resistance.

"As much as I would like to sit here and cuddle, I have people to take care of! I need to let Hermione and Ron know that I am okay. I also have to let Sirius and Remus know! Oh my god! I can't believe that I forgot them!" As Harry kept speaking, he started to pace and freak out when the enormity of last night's actions suddenly hit him.

Oh my god, he was a werewolf. He was in a forest with a handsome man. He was attracted to the man. His family didn't even know he was alive! He didn't even know if his family was alive!

Fenrir could smell Harry's distress building and felt an appreciation for his words. Harry was worried about his family, a good trait for his mate to have.

"Oh shit! I can't be a werewolf!" Fenrir released a growl, he did NOT like those words, "Remus will be so sad."

Oh.

"Lupin?"

Harry turned sharply to Fenrir. "You know Remus?!"

Fenrir ignored him, "you can't think about Lupin!". Fenrir was angry that his mate was thinking about Lupin, another werewolf, while he was standing right there!

Fenrir ignored that Harry didn't really know that he was his mate.

"You can't tell me what to do! I need to go! I need to find my family and let them know I am alive." And with those words, Harry turned away and started walking in a random direction. He figured he would eventually find his way out of the forest.

Fenrir growled, "you can't go. And don't think about Lupin!"

"What is your problem with Remus? Why do you keep growling...that's weird."

"... Lupin. I know Lupin because I am the one who turned him... Wait! You don't know what happened."

Harry had been getting ready to rip Fenrir to shreds, but he heard Fenrir's words and he realized that he was right, Harry didn't know the story, because Remus had never told it to him. And that wasn't something that you casually asked over tea.

Wand in hand, Harry faced Fenrir, "Well tell me then, but you better make it quick because you just admitted to ruining my uncle's life."

Fenrir grimaced at his words, "It wasn't supposed to happen like that. I...I turned Remus, but I was young and stupid. I was angry at his father because he threw slurs and hexed me and one of my pack members… I know it doesn't excuse my actions, but I was a young Alpha and demanded retribution."

Harry nodded in understanding, he didn't know that Remus' dad was a bigot, but it kinda made sense. There was a reason that Lupin hated himself and it definitely wasn't because of the Marauders.

"After he slighted my pack member, I followed him to his home. Him and his wife had taken a trip to the nearby village for groceries. They came home and were greeted by a house-keeper and their son. As soon as I saw them all together, one big happy family, I was angry and knew that he would make my revenge perfect… I knew that the father's actions didn't reflect on the son, but I didn't care…. This wasn't the first time that Lupin had attacked a pack member and he was always joining in on throwing slurs at my people."

"I waited till the day of the full moon. I had a plan. I was going to turn his son into a werewolf

and then taunt him with the knowledge that he couldn't do anything, but I had always planned on taking responsibility by taking care of his son...as my own."

"But then everything went wrong! As I was sneaking into the room, the housekeeper ran in and screamed. Lupin came and we traded spells. I knew that I wasn't going to give up on my plan, but I no longer knew how it was going to turn out. So I ran out with Lupin's son, but he finally got me with a cutting curse and next thing I knew the full moon was out. I bit Lupin's son and ran… I left him in front of the house, I could tell he was so scared, but I didn't know how to fix it!"

Harry could see the frustration evident on his face, and felt a stab of sympathy, "You were going to raise him as your own? Why didn't you go back for him?"

"I did! I went back every day until the next full moon, but Lupin must have done something to his son because the next full moon, I didn't hear any howls and couldn't find him."

Fenrir was pacing in agitation, Little Lupin's turning is one of the things that had bothered him a lot over the years. It angered him every time he thought about all of the mistakes that he had made that night.

"After that month, Lupin took to patrolling the nearby area so unless I killed him, I had to give up...I couldn't justify killing his father since I knew that he probably already hates me…"

Fenrir's face was pressed into a frown and he was staring at something in the past. Thinking about what he said Harry knew that this was not a simple situation.

"I'm sorry for jumping to hasty conclusions….it's just that Remus hates what he is… he thinks that he is a monster, I know that he isn't but I can't change his mind," Harry sighed and sat by the fire on his log again. Fenrir was still pacing.

"It sounds like his dad was making him take wolfsbane already."

"WHAT? That stuff is poison!" Fenrir stopped pacing and turned around sharply, there was a fire in his eyes.

"It forces your magic to fight the transformation creating an abomination." Fenrir was disgusted at the thought that Little Lupin's dad was forcing him to drink that horrible potion.

"If you fight the transformation then it isn't pleasant, but if you relax into the change, then it isn't so bad."

Harry mentally breathed a sigh of relief, he would admit that he was afraid of changing into a wolf on the full moon.

"So, is that the reason that Remus looks so...weird?" Harry wasn't sure if that was the right word to explain his wolf form, it was a weird emancipated wolf that almost looked human still. It had bothered him when he had finally seen a werewolf other than Remus, because other werewolves looked like overly large normal wolves.

Fenrir gave a quick grunt in agreement but he was clearly still thinking about Remus taking wolfsbane.

Harry stood, "That was a nice story and it has given me a lot to think about, but can I go back to my friends now?"

"NO!"

Oh boy, Harry knew he was in a pickle.