Title: Moon Child

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Moon Child

Chapter 3

Mundungus and Tonks had been searching for Harry since the beginning of their shift. Mr. Weasly had warned them that it would be difficult to keep tabs on Harry, although from previous nights on guard duty the pair had already realised that the young man knew how to give them the slip. He'd probably make a very good Auror when he finished his training. Even Mad Eye had found it difficult to keep the last Potter within range. So after being warned by Dumbledore of possible attacks they had been forced to ask Mrs. Dursley about the boy.

It was due to their son that they had any idea where Harry could be.

After an hour of what felt like eternity the frantic pair heard a terrified scream pierce the air, this was followed by a howl that made their blood run cold.

The sounds were close so they started to run in that direction hoping it wasn't Harry, there hopes were quickly dashed as they came to a clearing and witnessed a scene from hell. Wasting no time they shot stunning spells at the huge wolf.

It was after that they noticed the beast wasn't moving and cautiously they moved to help the stricken young man.

Kneeling down to the boy Mundungus took in Harry's condition; he was bleeding heavily from his left shoulder and was screaming in pain.

Not pausing to think of the consequences he touched Harry's shoulder and apparated to St Mungo's leaving Tonk's to warn Dumbledore.


Harry had never felt so much pain in his life, he could feel the burning sensation of the werewolf venom searing through his veins.

Every movement felt like crucio and he noticed how his limbs felt like he'd been stretched beyond their limits.

He was only vaguely aware of Mundungus next to him, but nearly fainted when he was levitated onto a bed.

The clinical smells around him announced that he was in some medical place although the absence of tutting ruled out Hogwarts hospital wing.

Some vials were pressed gently to his mouth which he gratefully drank realising they must be painkilling potions as his shoulder felt better.

Pushing down the feeling of fear he felt rising up he managed to gasp out "Where am I...What happened"

A rich voice that unmistakably belonged to a woman answered, "Relax, you're in St Mungo's. How are you feeling nowâ€. does you're shoulder still hurt."

The next thought that reached his mind was the wolf "Oh god. Oh.n-no.Please no. It bit me. I'm a werewolf now aren't I?" with that the panic became overwhelming as he remembered the wolf, remembered it sinking its teeth into him. His scarred psyche recalled the way Professor Lupin was treat, the hate filled stares, the laws banning werewolves from working.

Hearing a shrill laugh he was shocked to realize it was him then cold hysteria took over, his breathing had started to wheeze in fear when he felt another glass pressed to his lips, and was recognized as calming potion.

Feeling the affects immediately he let his mind sink into sleep with the silent plea of 'why me'.


Tonks first stop was number four; she knew that after tonight Harry would no longer be able to return there again.

After fetching his belongings she apparated to Hogsmeade train station to find one of the school carriages waiting for her.

Graciously accepting the lift she sat impatiently in the plush seat her trying to arrange her thoughts in order, it was with part relief part trepidation that she ascended the revolving staircase.

What halted her were the sounds of an argument coming form the headmasters office, obviously she wasn't the only miserable person tonight.

Knowing that the news she had couldn't wait for the argument to finish she knocked briskly before pushing open the door.

What met her inside was one Severus Snape bellowing in rage at the head master, whose last words were cut of with a cough from Tonks.

Quailing under a death glare being directed her way she wasted no time "Headmaster, I'm afraid I come with terrible news. H-h-ha-Harry is at St Mungo's. After discovering he was missing when me and Dung started our shift we quickly started a search for him." Snape managed a scowl and a brief comment along the lines of "foolish boy, probably having a tantrum",

Giving Snape a dirty look Tonks went on. "After spending an hour searching we heard a scream and gave chase, an came upon a werewolf attacking Mr. Potter. We stunned the wolf and Dung took Harry to the hospital and I came hear. Sir, what are we going to do? When I left them Harry looked awful. Harry will be devastated, especially after losing Sirius".

These words were met with stunned silence.


After Tonk's announcement it took all of Dumbledores skill to calm Severus down, he'd only just learnt that the boy he'd been harassing for six years was his son.

Now the poor lad was a werewolf!

What else could go wrong? With the announcement he wanted to go straight to the hospital and stay by Harry's side for life.

He'd do absolutely anything to make up the last six years to his son, but Albus quickly held him back saying that he'd make sure Harry was moved to the infirmary so they could talk.

The only happy thought that sprung to mind was that at least he could make sure Harry got wolfsbane, although for the first two transformations it would have no affect. This way if Harry rejected him at least he'd have someway of helping his son, of helping Meilyr Snape.

He couldn't help feel a surge of jealousy as the headmaster suggested asking Lupin to visit Harry in the morning.

Trying to suppress his hatred of the bloody werewolf he nodded and with a fierce scowl spat out "what ever is best for Harry" all the while hating the cards fate had dealt him and his son.