A.N Question, anyone know what color Remus's eyes are? I've seen them written as amber, but I want to make sure, I'd already
made eye color mistakes once.
I was noticing on other stories that have just been updated, and have less chapters then me, have a lot more reviews, and then, I figured out most of their methods, (one of them is to have really good story, I don't have that so..) they torture their readers by making them wait months to update.
Now me, I only wait like a week at the most, so I guess I just don't care about reviews that much. I don't have flame yet, so, I think I'm doing alright. (Reunited is another story)


bobbi: your so hard on James and Lily, there still locked in the hospital room. But no I am afraid everyone is to late, Harry will be with the McClains for a little.


Drusilla: Wow, I have a new reviewer. Yes well, I'll try my best. Thank you for the 10/10.


Silvercrystal77: sorry, I'll try not to any more :). Yeah, he definitely gave Ryan a taste of his own medicine. Thank you.


athenakitty: I really can't answer yet if Godric knows, and no, Harry will not be found before the McClain's adopt him.


Wytil: I'm not quite sure I understand your question, though I think your referring to Godric telling Hermione the deference between Harry and the baby. brittany: Thank you.


Eric2: Saved? He will be fine, but the Potters will not find him before the McClain's adopt him. amyaggie: half a one year old, but with memories.


Wiccan PussyKat: Helllo, hmm, yes I would have hated that to happen too. Yes, they do share a bit of blood. The hat idea, I liked it to. Yes, the ghosts of the founders still linger. Thank you, I liked it too.



ON WITH THE STORY.





HOGWARTS- SET FROM LAST REMUS SIRUS SCENE



It rushed at him, surrounding and drowning him. To such a degree that he found himself lost of breath, but Remus did not often experience such effects with being able to smell the sent's of others.


Perhaps it was the fact that he thought them dead, but no, he had known for some time now. So, perhaps, it was the emotion of smelling them fine, and knowing they were awake.



Whatever the reason, Remus found himself, beside Sirus, who was having the same problem, frozen. Sirus was opening and closing his mouth now, and Lily, as he noticed, had been crying.


The puffy red eyes struck a cord in him, and with so much pack instincts, so much wolf, he wanted to rip the throat out of the person who had made her do so.


He knew he was already dead though, her son had done the favor for her already.



He could vaguely see James grinning, and had to admire that he had always taken change or surprise in stride. Perhaps, though, they had both heard them outside before hand.



He would later come to realize that the couple had already had visitors, that when they offered them both a seat, Hermione and Ron had been sitting in them only hours before.



Then he learned of the students quick departing, and were Hermione had said she was going. After all this, after sitting for five more minuets, he too jumped up.


For he could smell the magic, and he could feel its power.


Whether it be good or bad, he could not be sure, but he was unwilling to leave one of his former students, nay anyone, to that unsureness.


That is how he found himself, now, running down one of Hogwart's corridors.

He could feel his heart hammer against his chest, could feel his feet drumming heavily against the stone floors. Yet, his mind seemed some how louder then anything else.


Alarms were bellowing off in his mind, but once he reached the library door, he found it suddenly clear.

It's the calm before the storm, Remus thought, as he slowly turned the knob.


When he entered, he froze for a second time that day. Before him, asleep, was Hermione Granger. Her hair lay neatly behind her head, and she looked quite comfortable curled under a huge, red and gold cloak.



On top the nearest table, a dark haired teen watched. He seemed a statue, sculpted by exquisite hands, as he Remus watched him. He did not seem to even breath, and Remus could read no emotion from him. Remus was sure he had heard him enter, but he had not turned, nor spoken.


The werewolf rushed forward, kneeling beside the girl, while keeping a close watch on the young man above her.


"She fell asleep, a while ago. Fitful, I might add, so I put a sleeping charm on her. I wouldn't wake her though, it's best she comes to a conclusion in her sleep. She'd been crying for a half an hour before hand." Remus suddenly noticed how similar the young man was to Harry, and to surprise him twice, there smell was one of family.


"Who are you?" He narrowed his eyes at the teen, as he suddenly began swinging his legs back and forth.

"I am many thing's. You, on the other hand, were the teacher in Miss Granger's third year. And a werewolf, a magnificent teacher though."


"Who are you?" Remus was aware his voice held a bit of a growl now, but the boy merely smiled.

"I am not scared of you Mr. Lupin. Hardly, am I ever scared by any of your kind. In fact as I see it, you are the least of my worries. Even the sleeping girl, you are so ready to think I have hurt, is above you in my worry list."















SAME DAY AS LAST- ONLY NIGHT- MCCLAIN.


It was night now, the stars were standing brightly against the velvety sky. The lights in the nearby town, and houses, were out. But Elizabeth was not asleep.


From his crib, the infant stared at her. She wanted to pick him up, but she was tempted to see what he would do to get her to do so. Would he cry, she thought not
He smiled, and did so for ten minuets.


"Won't you even reach your arms out, little one? And if not, why?" He cocked his head to one side, then reached his tiny hands out, and began to smile again.


She gazed at him in awe. Had he understood her, or was it merely coincidence? She thought the last, for no child of his age could understand that. Elizabeth came to pick him up, maybe he would learn to signal for what he wanted.


"You, sir, are going to be handsome." He giggled at her, and again, feeling in a tempting mood, she placed him on the ground. The doctor had told them to keep him off his his hands, and feet, but the same day the baby food began, the other rule had been released to.


From his sitting position, he regarded her. And stared in confusion, as she took three adult steps back from him.


For a moment Elizabeth could see fear swirl in his endless green eyes, so she took one step forward. He still watched her, still sat there as motionless as stone. He thought she was leaving him, didn't want him.


And Elizabeth soon realized this as he crawled, as fast as he could, over to her. And then, he refused to let go of her shirt. Perhaps, she thought, we should wait on crawling. But he had not cried...













HOSPITAL ROOM




Sirus glanced between his friends, who were looking at the doors Remus had just rushed out of, without explanation, in confusion, and the door itself.


He gazed at the door because knew he must follow Remus, for he knew the calm man would never have rushed out so quickly if something were not wrong.


He gazed at his friends, because it hurt to think of leaving them. He at least, would give them an explanation. "Remus, I. You stay here, lock the doors."


It was not the best one, he admitted, but it would do. Lily and James were already nodding, they already knew his reasons. So, with a forethought that perhaps he might run into children on his way, Sirus transformed into a dog, and raced out the door.


He ran first to the library, thinking that since he had heard last of Hermione's whereabouts, he had went there, but he stopped on his way, and skidded to a halt.
Back he went, the way he had come. And took a left, were he had taken a right, at the hospital door. Dumbledore would have to be informed. He had no idea what he was dealing with.


At the entrance to the Headmasters office, Sirus transformed into a human. He already knew that no one was in the room, he had paused as a dog. Nevertheless, when the Headmaster asked who was at his door. He replied, "Snuffles."


The door was opened, and the first thing that the escaped convict noticed was that the Headmaster's phoenix was pacing its perch nervously, but he did not inquire, Sirus did not even take time to let the Headmaster smile at him.


"Remus sensed something was wrong, I, can you follow me?"



"Indeed I can, lead the way." As Sirus moved away from the door, to allow the old man exit, the phoenix flew out. Sirus did not think much of it, it most likely had a message to deliver, or perhaps, it to had sensed the trouble.



Sirus turned into Snuffles again, and rushed off. He stopped once, thinking perhaps that was running to fast for the Headmaster, but the man was right behind him.














MCCLAIN'S HOUSE- ELIZABETH AND HARRY.



Sighing, and a with a child that would not loosen its grip, Elizabeth warmed up a bottle. "If it makes you feel any better, I promise I'll never leave you."


She flatten the child's hair, but he would not even turn his head from her sweater, when she tried to hand him the bottle.



"Want me to sleep with you? We can go to the nursery, and rock in the chair." She got no answer, and even when she went to the nursery, the bottle ended up becoming cold. She sat long into the night with the child, as he refused to let go. What was he so afraid of?













LIBRARY DOOR.



They arrived at the library door, Sirus already knew his friend was in there, indeed he had followed the mans trail since he had picked Dumbledore up. It led to the library, so he rushed in.



Remus was still kneeling by Hermione, and the young man was still swinging his legs under the table. He did not turn when Sirus entered, but he jumped off the table when the Headmaster did.


In fact, showing the first respect that Remus had seen, he bowed to the Headmaster.


"Good evening Headmaster." He eyed the door, as if he expected others to enter, but none did, so he turned back to the old man.

"I was just trying to explain how Hermione came looking for me, and, as I am rather regretful of doing, I-"


Remus cut the stranger off. "How can she go look for you, she doesn't know you. What is your name, will you answer it for Dumbledore?"


The boy frowned at the former professor, then turned back, grinning as if the younger man had not burst out, to Albus.


"I would, but he already knows who I am."