"Oh, cub, my poor cub!" Remus moaned as he collapsed again to the dirty alleyway ground after watching Hel's memories. "Odin's a right bastard."

"Yes," Hel said, watching as a broken man picked himself back up.

"Frigga, she's..." Remus started.

"Yes, she is," Hel replied with a soft smile knowing what he was thinking about Queen Frigga since she felt that way too.

"Do I have to work with Fenrir? He ruined my life at age five!" Remus whined.

"What do you mean?" Hel asked.

"He turned me into a werewolf at age five! He killed my mother!" Remus snarled at the Goddess, only to stop when he felt something metal pressed against his throat.

"You will not disrespect the Goddess," A cold breath said from behind him.

"Grim..." Hel said as she waved her hand, indicating she was alright. The sickle was removed from Remus's neck, and when he turned around, he could not see anyone, but he could feel a chill that slowly dissipated. "Who told you he turned you into a werewolf at age five?"

"My father, Lyall Lupin," Remus stated.

Hmm...Hel hummed, filtering through her thoughts, "I find it funny that your name and your father's name means wolf, wolf."

"What..." Remus started confused.

"Lyall is Scottish...from the old Norse Liulfr, meaning wolf. Lupin is old French borrowed from the Latin word lupīnus, meaning wolf-like. Then there is Remus...who was suckled by the she-wolf." Hel said, looking at Remus. "You have an awful lot of wolves in your family for not being a werewolf before you were five."

"That's just a coincidence," Remus stated.

"Did you know as the Goddess of Death, I have all the memories of anyone who has ever died?" Hel stated. "Including your father."

"That's...terrible!" Remus stated. "How do you keep it from driving you mad?"

"Occlumency." Hel stated, "My mindscape is immense." Hel pulls Remus over to a crate, deeper, in the alleyway, and they both sit down. "The point is I know the truth that your father refused to tell you."

Remus closed his eyes in pain, "what truth?"

"Lyall became embittered as a child. Once he started Hogwarts, his hatred toward werewolves skyrocketed. Lyall is the son of Fenrir. He was embittered because he was not born werewolf-like some of Fenrir's children. Lyall carried an ancient curse that prevented him from becoming a werewolf, which Odin placed on Fenrir. Loki long ago freed Fenrir from the curse, but as it is embedded in his DNA, it can still pop up occasionally. You were not made a werewolf, you were born a werewolf, and your jealous, bitter father decided to lie to you." Hel stated as she held Remus's hand, knowing he was about to go into shock.

Remus started hyperventilating and bent over so his head was between his knees.

"My father worked for the Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures as an executioner," Remus stated.

"Yes, if he couldn't be a werewolf, then he wanted to make it so no one could," Hel replied.

"That makes no sense," Remus stated, still trying to wrap his head around the fact that he was a born werewolf...no the fact that Fenrir Greyback, the most ruthless werewolf, was his grandfather...no the fact that the Asgardian Gods existed...no...his head was spinning with the same three thoughts over and over.

"Breath Remus, breath," Hel stated as she rubbed his back, "Jealousy is a sign of love; it's a sign of wanting attention from the one you love or comes from fear of losing the affection of the one you love. Jealousy is not logical; it will not make sense."

"So, while killing werewolves, my father was trying to get Fenrir's attention?" Remus asked.

"Yes." Hel snorted. "Fenrir stopped paying attention to Lyall when it was discovered he was not a werewolf. So Lyall set out to get his attention by killing wolves. When Fenrir discovered what Lyall was doing, he discovered you. So he came for you one night to rescue you from your father's madness. That is the night your father killed your mother. Your father, not you, not Fenrir."

"My whole life is a lie," Remus moaned.

"Yes, it is. Are you ready to face the truth?" Hel asked, standing up with her hand out for Remus to take.

~TLA~

"Brother?" Petunia whispered, looking at the man in front of them.

"Yes, Harry James Potter is my little brother," Fenrir said, looking at the man panting in pain on the floor in front of him. But, unfortunately, he missed his Alphas, exchanging a look between the four of them.

"You may take him; we don't want him in our house." Petunia stated bravely.

"Oh no... you see, the old wizard would know if Harry was missing. He would tear the world apart looking for his little weapon." Fenrir growled at Petunia. "Sheila, Marcus, bring Harry in here!" Fenrir yelled.

Sheila walked in, carrying a sniffing Harry who was munching on a cookie. Marcus had healed what Hel could not, but the quickly forced healing wizards did wasn't pleasant. Taking one look at Vernon sent, Harry trying to hide while being held. "No. No. Bad-man." Harry murmured.

At the same time, a portal opened, and out stepped Hel and Remus. "Cub!" Remus cried out, seeing Harry.

"Moon! Moon!" Harry cried out, hearing Remus, and started to wiggle to get down.

Sheila set Harry down, and Harry very purposefully went as far away from Vernon, dodging behind Fenrir and running right into Remus's arms as Remus had landed on his knees, seeing Harry. "Oh, my cub! I'm so sorry you had to come here." Remus whispered into Harry's hair as he rocked the sobbing child. "I tried to get custody of you, but Albus wouldn't let me."

"What was his excuse?" Fenrir growled out as he took in his very shabby-looking grandson. Most of his wolves looked rugged as they mainly lived in the wild, but rugged and ragged were two completely different things.

"That the ministry would never let a werewolf take care of the Boy-Who-Lived," Remus replied, hearing Petunia gasp, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw her inch away from him. "That was before the news of the deaths broke publicly. I was in his office debriefing from my mission, and he stopped me and watched three silver do-dads; two stopped spinning, and the one slowed down before it went back to the normal spin. He told me they were connected to James, Lily's, and Harry's life force and that James and Lily had died. Later, once I heard the announcement on the Wizard World Wireless, I realized that Albus had sold Harry's story...the nasty endearment, the Boy-Who-Lived was created by Albus."

"Yes, I'm afraid keeping my brother safe from his manipulations will be a full-time job. Are you interested, grandson?" Fenrir asked, and he heard his Alphas gasp slightly.

"Grandson?" Sheila said apprehensively.

"Yes, Sheila. This is our grandson-Lyall's boy-Remus." Fenrir watched as Remus looked around the room guarded, his eyes quickly scanning the Alphas at the door before snarling at Vernon, his eyes going amber.

Sheila and the Alphas shifted slightly in case they needed to intervene. Fenrir growled out, "get control of yourself!" Pushing out his Alpha magic.

Remus's eyes went back to his standard brown color. "Wait, you said, brother?"

"Yes, it seems like my father, Prince Loki of Asgard, decided to come down to Midgard to play," Fenrir stated, still watching Remus as he held a sleeping Harry.

"But...James...he worshiped Loki..." Remus said, trying to get his head around the idea.

"Yes, he would. Father is very egotistical." Hel said from behind Remus, "I approve of your grandson, Brother."

"I'm not sure I do. Remus has been a supporter of Dumbledore's for too long," Fenrir stated.

"I didn't know about...Father lied to me. I thought you turned me at age five when you attacked our house and mother died." Remus stated as he breathed in Harry's hair; it smelled like James.

"Your mother found out that Lyall was Fenrir's son when you shifted for the first time at age five. She contacted me to get you out of Lyall's control. Hope was trying to save her son. But, unfortunately, your father killed her for it," Sheila stated as she inched slowly around Fenrir, wanting to get closer to her grandson.

"How are you, my grandmother? I look older than you." Remus said, looking at Sheila for the first time since he entered the room.

"If you bond and treat your wolf well, your aging will slow. Your immune system picks up and heals all illnesses, cuts, marks, anything that happens while in wolf form heals when you shift back," the Alpha standing near Sheila and Fenrir stated, "My name is Marcus; I'm a healer. You're injured; may I approach and heal you?"

"Heal him!? What about me! Look what that monster did to me!" Vernon yelled out, panting in pain on the floor.

"You're lucky you're still alive!" Sheila snarled and lunged toward Vernon, only to be caught by Fenrir.

"Sheila, where did you find the baby?" Fenrir asked as he petted and calmed his mate down.

"In the damn cupboard under the stairs," both Sheila and Marcus snarled.

"Is there another room in this house where he could sleep?" Fenrir said, looking at Petunia.

"Yes," she stated harshly, still giving Remus a look like she was terrified of him.

"WOMAN!" Fenrir yelled at her; once he had her undivided attention, he stated, "quit looking at him like he is going to tear your throat out. He is the mildest of all the werewolves in this room right now."

"There are MORE werewolves in the room?" Petunia squeaked, eyeing everyone in the room like they were vermin.

"Oh, yes..." Fenrir said with great pleasure, "almost everyone here is a werewolf. Your nephew and my sister are the only ones, not werewolves." Fenrir smiled, allowing his canine teeth to elongate and sharpen. "DO NOT FAINT!" He bellowed at the weak woman. "Get up! You will show Marcus, Sheila, Remus, and Harry, all the bedrooms in this house. Remus will pick two rooms for him and Harry to sleep in. You will move your crap out of those rooms. You will accept that Remus and Harry are here to stay! You will treat them with RESPECT! And if you harm one hair on Harry's head, you will spend the next full moon in the woods being hunted by my pack! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!" Fenrir roared at Petunia, who was shaking uncontrollably on the couch. Vernon was pale and sweating, still holding his arm. "Well, I'm waiting!"

"Yes, sir," Petunia squeaked again. The two Alphas at the door to the hallway opened the door; Sheila grabbing Petunia, hauled her off the couch and towards the door. Remus, still holding a sleeping Harry, followed her.

"You will want this room." A woman's voice said the first room on the right from the stairs.

"That is the smallest room in the house...you are free to take that room." Petunia said haughtily.

Sheila, Marcus, and Remus looked into the room and saw a dusty, disorganized room with a woman dressed in gold standing in the middle, "hello Remus, scion of the house of Odin. You and my grandson will want this room."

"O... kay," Remus said hesitantly, and he stepped into the room and moved towards the woman in gold. As he walked away from the door, he gasped in shock, which made the two werewolves in the hallway move into the room, dragging a reluctant Petunia with them. The room was no longer the smallest in 4 Private Drive. Instead, it was a grand golden and marble sitting room with several doors leading from it.

"Hello, Queen Frigga," Hel said from behind the werewolves.

"Queen Frigga of Asgard. Goddess of the Sky, Fertility, Household, Motherhood, Love, and Marriage," Remus said from memory like he was reading out of a book.

"And Domestic Arts," Frigga stated with a smile, "I am also the Supreme Sorceress of the Aesir."

"Where are we, my Queen," Remus said, remembering to bow.

"We are still in the small room of 4 Privet Drive; however, using Asgardian magic, I have recreated Loki's rooms on Asgard. Prince Harry's bedroom and private bath are through those doors," she said, pointing towards the left-hand side, "when Loki was small, his nurse-maid lived in the doors to the right; those will be your rooms." Frigga pointed towards the other side of the room. "Will you stay and watch over Loki's son?"

"Yes, James and Lily were my best friends," Remus stated. "James stopped trusting me towards the end, but Lily never did. She had set me up to attend Muggle University."

"And so, you shall. Prince Harry will be cared for by his maternal aunt while you are in classes and learning your chosen skill. You will live here to enforce that these Midgardians will not continue harming my grandchild." As she watched Petunia, who was still gasping at the marvelous room, Frigga said, "Petunia, sister to Lily, Prince Loki of Asgard's wife. You will not harm your nephew physically, mentally, or emotionally. Do you understand me?"

Petunia looked around the room at all the strange people; catching sight of Hel for the first time, she again squeaked and moved away from the woman who looked like she was decaying on only one side of her body. Then, looking back at the woman in gold who was speaking to her, she nodded. "I understand," she whispered.

"Do you? I am the GODDESS Frigga. I am the GRANDMOTHER of the boy you call FREAK! I do not appreciate you calling MY grandson a freak. I am the Goddess of MOTHERHOOD. But, as a mother, you should understand just what I can do if you continue to PISS me off!" Frigga threatened.

Petunia paled, "please don't hurt my son Dudley!"

"Don't give me a reason too!" Frigga stated and turned back to Remus. "May I hold him?"

"Of course, your Highness!" Remus stated and handed a sleeping Harry to Queen Frigga.

Frigga took Harry and moved over to the window seat she had sat at with her son Loki not long ago. Waving her hand at the window, it now showed Loki's garden in Asgard instead of the street and neighborhood of Privet Drive. Harry woke up and noticed he was in the arms of a beautiful woman. "Hello, Harry. I am your Granny Frigga," she smiled at the boy as she heard Hel snort.

"Gran?" Harry asked.

"Yes, Granny Frigga," she smiled as Harry hugged her, snuggling in and falling asleep again. "Remus, would you like to take him and set him up in his crib."

"Yes, your highness." Remus stated as he picked up Harry; glancing out the window, he gasped, "James!"

"Yes, this is Loki's garden. He is busy planting flowers and trees to remember those he lost." Frigga stated as she watched her son toil in the garden.

"Why can't he come back?" Remus asked.

"Odin has forbidden it. He was almost killed. I'm not sure if he really would have died, seeing as Harry was hit by the same spell and did not die. Still, Loki's father, Odin, had a right to pull his son out of danger," Frigga stated, "I will leave the window as is so Harry can watch the garden and the gardener. Please don't tell Harry that the gardener is his father...not yet."

"Yes, your Highness," Remus stated as he took Harry into the bedroom and laid him down in the golden crib. Then, he saw a pair of crystals and took them to the sitting room, "Queen Frigga?"

"Yes, Remus?"

"Are these crystals baby monitors?" Remus asked.

"Yes, move the crystals to touch each other and tap them with your wand. Leave the one with the golden stand in the room with Prince Harry, and you keep the one with the platinum stand with you. If Harry wakes up crying, you will be able to hear him. You can tap the Laguz rune, and a hologram of the room will pop up so you can see what is going on in the room," Frigga stated.

"Yes, James and Lily had some. They are so ingenious," Remus said, looking at them.

"Yes, I gifted Charlus and Dorea with them when Loki was reborn to Dorea," Frigga stated.

Remus went back into the room with Harry to set up the baby monitor crystals and to check on Harry. He found a desk with parchment, quills, and ink, and he sat down to make a list of everything Harry would need. Then, he made a second list of everything he needed to do. While Remus was out of the room, Frigga moved from the window seat to a couch in the center of the room. Started the circular fireplace in the center of the room where the couches circled. "Please sit down. I wish to speak to you all," Frigga stated.

Dragging Petunia with him, Marcus sat on the couch to the left of Frigga, and Sheila and Hel sat down on the sofa to the right of Frigga. "Healer Marcus, thank you for healing Prince Harry. The Goddess Hel," Frigga pointed to her granddaughter, "did her best to keep him alive and heal him, but her magic is not meant for healing. She is the Goddess of Death, not life."

"You're welcome, Queen Frigga, or do I call you Goddess Frigga?"

"I am a Goddess, but I prefer the title Queen," Frigga stated.

"Queen Frigga, why can Fenrir not kill the bastard downstairs so I can drag him to the deepest pits of Hell?" Hel asked her grandmother, and again Petunia squeaked.

"How does that make you feel mortal that the Goddess of Death wants your husband dead because he is such an evil being that she wants to drag him to the pits of Hell to torture him for all eternity?" Sheila asked Petunia with a sneer on her face. Petunia's only answer was to whimper.

"Hel, it is not his time just yet; Freyja promised me justice for the pain he has caused Prince Harry," Frigga stated as she looked at her fingernails and slyly winked at Hel. "That being said. You should put his affairs in order," Frigga turned to Petunia.

"Put his...affairs...what?" Petunia said, confused, "my husband is not cheating on me!"

Remus snorted from the doorway that leads to Harry's bedroom. "Don't worry, no sane woman would touch your husband. I believe the Queen meant Life Insurance. Would you be able to care for your son, Harry, and yourself if your husband were to die?"

"I...I...d... don't know. Vernon takes care of that," Petunia said meekly.

"Perhaps you should look into it," Marcus said, standing up, "Mr. Lupin, you are injured. Please let me help you."

"Okay," Remus whispered and followed the werewolf healer, Marcus, into his new bedroom.


AN: I will be going and fixing the format of the first several chapters in a few minutes.