((A/N: Hiya all! I did plan on getting this chapter out earlier, but well, the Olympics are very interesting so I've been watching a lot of the viewings of those, and when I'm not, I'm starting to pack since I have a week left before I move into the dorms at college. So anyhow, I'll try to get another chapter out before I leave, otherwise it might be a little while.

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Owl Results for Mister Harry Potter:

Astronomy- A
Theory- E Practical- P

Care of Magical Creatures- O
Theory- E Practical- O

Charms- E
Theory- E Practical- E

Defense Against the Dark Arts- O
Theory- O Practical- O

Divination- P
Theory- P Practical- D

Herbology- E
Theory- E Practical- E

History of Magic- P
Theory- P

Potions- E
Theory- A Practical- E

Transfiguration- E
Theory- E Practical- E

Congratulations on your owl results and receiving seven out of the possible nine. Good luck with your future plans.

-Griselda Marchbanks, Head of OWL Results

Silas smiled slightly before glancing around the room to see the expectant faces looking back. "Well, I'm sure they wouldn't let a werewolf be an Auror anyhow, and I won't have to deal with Professor Snape anymore."

"Unfortunately, you're right about werewolves not being allowed to be Aurors, but it would look odd for a Lupin to not be one of the top students in his class. I've managed to have Professor Snape give you a test to see if you can be placed in his NEWT level group. As for "Harry Potter," he definitely will not be allowed in the class as that could prove disastrous."

"While I'm certain Sirius would enjoy being in his class, it would be the easiest one for him to blow his cover as well," Remus muttered.

"Am I going to be allowed to tell my friends or does this need to be kept secret?" Silas asked hopefully.

"Ahh, well, originally we hadn't wanted you to, but your friends know you too well and would be able to tell something was up. So yes, you may tell Miss Granger and Mister Weasley, but only under secure wards at Grimmauld Place where you will be going after your test with Professor Snape later today," Dumbledore winked at him with those damnable twinkling eyes.

Silas just nodded and walked towards the door which opened to let him out. What he really wanted was time to think, but he realized that Snape was probably looking for him. He muttered something about how Dumbledore was being unfair by springing this on him so suddenly without time to prepare.

"Ahh, Mister Potter, it's about time you showed up, or should I saw, Mister Lupin?" He said maliciously, glaring as if Christmas had come early, or in his case, hadn't been cancelled. "I dare say this is a waste of time, but the Headmaster requested that since you are a 'new student,' you should be given a chance to be enrolled in my prestigious class. Well, what are you waiting for?" He snapped, "Directions are on the board and you have two hours."

Two hours later, Silas stood over the cauldron that was hissing and had turned a noxious shade of green. He just hoped that some of what he'd just brewed didn't end up in his drink later. If he was going back to Grimmauld, he couldn't be sure what would happen considering Kreacher was most likely still around.

"Potter," Snape sneered down at the boy and had startled him out of his reverie, "Do you even know what you made?"

"Yes sir, the Draught of the Living Death, sir," he said meekly, starting down at the cauldron, refusing to meet the man's eye.

Snape raised his eyebrow slightly, surprised that a correct answered had been issued from the 'famous Harry Potter."

"As much as it pains me to say this, correct and so is the potion. Perhaps there is some hope to that pitiful excuse that you call a brain," the man snarled, finishing up with his trademark insult. Silas was waved out of the room and as he was walking, his mind wandered and didn't see McGonagall as he smacked into her head on.

"Mister Potter, please watch where you are going. I don't appreciate being knocked over at every turn I take," she huffed, flattening down the stray hairs that managed to escape from the strict bun.

"Sorry ma'am, it won't happen again. It's just I came from Professor Snape's test so my mind wasn't watching my surroundings."

"See that it doesn't, and I was asked to tell you that both Mister Black and your father are looking for you."

Silas nodded and headed back off, but realized he had no idea as to where the two men were. Shrugging, the young man headed up to the Headmaster's office to ask him where they were. Minutes passed by and soon he found himself once again in the room and wasn't terribly surprised to see Remus and Sirius looking back at him.

"I told you that you had a smart cub," Sirius grinned as Silas slumped in a chair.

"Now what?"

"Just that you managed to one up Snape enough to let him into your class next semester," Sirius beamed at him, but Silas knew that it was because now he could pull pranks.

"Is there a point to being in his class? I don't need it anymore really."

"Harry, just because of what you are, doesn't mean you shouldn't want to do your best. Yes, many places will look down upon you, but to give up is just want they want you to do," Albus told him gently, as Fawkes swept down and perched atop Silas's shoulder. The presence of the phoenix seemed to sooth the young lad for the time being.

"Ready to go? Mrs. Weasley is expecting us for dinner," Remus asked quietly in that hoarse voice of his. Silas knew he wasn't being fair to the man, especially since he hadn't known. He smiled at the three occupants in the room and nodded. It was time to move on.

All his stuff had already been transported over to Grimmauld Place, and he looked over nervously at Sirius who was now in disguise as Harry Potter. Albus had conjured a pair of glasses that matched Silas's old ones, and had transfigured his into a pair of silver rimmed square frames. While Ron and Hermione could know, everyone else was to remain clueless about the situation. That meant Silas had to done some of Remus's shabby robes instead of the overgrown threads that were now on Sirius.

Sirius resolved to give almost everything to Remus, Silas, and "Harry Potter" so that it wouldn't look strange if his friend suddenly had a considerable amount of money to use. But for the moment, they made do with what clothing they had. A portkey had been made and the three had gone to the edge of the wards to find themselves outside Grimmauld Place in an alley.

"Harry!" Mrs. Weasley screamed as she opened the door to let them inside and pulled Sirius into a big bear hug. He grinned lopsidedly and thanked her before letting the other two in. "And Remus, it's good to see you, but who's this strapping young man?" She asked, carefully looking at Silas.

"Ahh, sorry Molly, this is my son, Silas Alexander whom has transferred here since his old school closed down. He and Harry have been hitting if off for the last few days at Hogwarts and I thought perhaps he'd enjoy some others around his age," Remus smiled, catching the inquisitive glance he was getting from Molly.

"Well, Silas, since you already are friends with Harry, then you must have heard about Ron and Hermione who are here also. You know the house, Harry, so why don't you give him a tour and introduce him to your friends. Dinner will be served shortly so get washed up as well."

Sirius grinned and grabbed Silas by the hand to drag him towards the bedrooms where they saw Ron and Hermione going at it in a game of Wizard's Chess. She must have finally gotten over her thinking that the game was barbaric as it looked as if she was clobbering Ron. For a few minutes they just stood there, waiting for one of the two to look up from the board, but luck wasn't with them so Sirius cleared his throat.

"Harry!" Hermione looked surprised to see him standing in the door along with a stranger.

"Hey mate, who's this?" Ron asked, eying up Silas carefully. "Kinda looks like a mix between a Potter and a Lupin."

With this, Silas felt his heart stop; the James in him was still visible even if the scar had been transfigured into three slashes across his forehead that looked as if he'd been scratched by some type of animal. He gulped and glanced over at Sirius as if to ask him what they should do.

"I guess the jig is up already, Silas. Time to tell them the truth, hang on, I'll be right back." Sirius chuckled and went downstairs to snag Remus, appearing back in the room a moment later. "Okay Moony, if you'd be so kind as to throw up some wards to keep prying ears out, that'd be excellent. Now, Ron, Hermione, what we are about to tell you needs to be kept secret from everyone outside this room, with the exception of a few professors who are also privy to this information."

"Okay, what is going on here?" Ron asked, clearly confused.

"Ready Moony?" Sirius asked while giving Silas a squeeze on the shoulder for reassurance.

"Ready as I'll every be, Padfoot," the werewolf replied, sitting down nervously next to Silas. The two stared at the on goings in sheer bewilderment.

"Umm, why are you calling Harry, Padfoot?" Hermione inquired, her piercing gaze landing on Sirius.

"Simple, that is Padfoot in disguise as Harry Potter," Remus answered, amused by the gaping looks he was receiving.

"So where is Harry?" Ron wanted to know, Hermione nodding to show she too wanted answers.

"In between Moony and Padfoot," a soft voice came for the first time since entering the room.

"So! Someone want to explain why Harry looks like the sprog of Lupin and James Potter, how Sirius is here, and why he looks like Harry?" Ron grinned, thinking this was all a big hoax.

"Ron, this isn't a joke, I'm sure we could even find some Veritaserum if needed," Sirius put in, for a change, being serious. "As for why I'm here, I was sent back to Earth because Lily and James had unfinished business that I needed to relay. My spirit was sent into the body of young Wayne Hopkins after his own spirit had died."

"But that still doesn't explain Harry and why you look like him," Hermione piped up.

"Oh, this illusion was done by Flitwick. Rather handy that man is with a wand at times, especially when it comes to charms," Sirius grinned, running a hand through his short, messy hair.

"So Harry is just under an illusion spell as well?"

"No Hermione, Ron, in fact the spell that I was under is wearing off.." Silas responded, hoping they would understand.

"So that would mean Professor Lupin is your father?" Hermione deduced, peering at his face. Silas nodded and looked as if he wanted nothing more than to flee the room.

"You must be delighted then! I mean you have a father who is alive and aren't alone anymore," Hermione pointed out for him, but he wasn't listening anymore as he dashed out of the room.

"Anyone want to take a shot to explain that?" Ron muttered.

"He really hasn't been talking to us, but we think it's about what's going to happen on his birthday," Remus said in not much louder than a whisper.

"And what is that?" Hermione frowned.

"The day he becomes a werewolf," Remus answered and then followed his son's lead and fled the room. It was time for dinner and Sirius came down with Ron and Hermione while Moony had finally caught Silas in a corner of the basement. His head had been buried in his arms and looked as if he was on the verge of cracking again. Gently, the older man sat next to his son and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Ron probably hates me now," Silas muttered darkly.

"Why would you say that?"

"Because Ron is one of those people who is afraid and doesn't like non-humans," Silas replied simply.

Remus sighed softly and looked down at his son who had taken off his glasses and was rubbing at his eyes. "We'll just have to wait and see, I suppose. Have your eyes been bothering you a lot lately?"

"For the last couple of days, yes."

The werewolf snatched the glasses from his son and tapped his wand against them and handed the frames back. "That better?"

"Yeah, thanks, what did you do?" Silas asked, adjusting the unfamiliar frames on his face.

"Seems your eyesight problem was caused by the potion Lily gave you. I just lowered the prescription, but I'd suspect you won't need them soon."

"I guess we should head over to the kitchen for dinner before Mrs. Weasley sets Kreacher on us," Silas glanced over, trying to humor the situation.

"Oh, did we forget to tell you? Kreacher is no more," Remus grinned, relieved his son was finally talking to him.

"Thank Merlin," was all that needed to be said as the duo walked into the nearby room, as for some reason, the kitchen was in the basement. People had all the sudden appeared out of no where since Ginny, Fred, George, Mister Weasley, Tonks, Mad-Eye Moody, Minerva and Snape had all shown up. Silas had a hunch as to why the Potions master was there, but didn't want to think about it.

"Ahh there you two are, I was wondering if I was going to have to send out the search squad. No matter, now eat! You both are too skinny as it is!" Molly scolded them as she ushered them to the table that was filled with enough food to fill an army. Silas smiled slightly as Hermione sat next to his side, Sirius on the other, but Ron had distanced himself from the three. It hurt, but he expected it since Ron didn't generally accept change easily.

Dinner was a loud affair, but Silas heard very little of it. He wondered just how much he'd be shunned at school if Ron's reaction was typical. While he knew Sirius and Hermione would be there for him, he didn't know if many others would, or if he'd even be in the same house. If that happened, he didn't know how he would handle the monthly transformations.

"Hey, Silas, come on, time for bed," Sirius called and they headed to their room which Ron wasn't in. Hermione must have informed Molly about her son's reaction and fixed up another room. The young werewolf promptly fell asleep.

The next morning, Silas found himself being woken up by the drooling tongue of Padfoot. He muttered something incompressible and shoved the dog off his bed and rolled back over. It was the holidays and he wanted to sleep. While asleep, he didn't have to think about what was going on, instead just a death eater meeting once in awhile.

"Oh no, none of that, I am not going to spend my free time before having to go back to schoolwork sleeping. And I bet you have stuff to do as well, I mean, what about that summer homework, eh?"

Silas threw a pillow at his face.

"Hey! That's not nice! Get your arse off that bed before I use Snape's technique and douse you with a bucket of ice water!"

That seemed to do the trick and Silas grumbled and tumbled out of the bed. He looked around the room for some clothes, but realized he'd forgotten to ask Moony for more. The clothing situation would be figured out today, even if it meant taking money from his vault and using to buy proper clothing for himself and father.

"Here," Sirius tossed some of his old clothing at Silas, "This should do the trick until we go shopping. And before you ask, when I had made out my will, I'd left everything to you and Moony ironically so you guys have plenty of money now."

"But you're still alive."

"Yes, well, the Ministry doesn't know that, and since I'm "Harry Potter," I'll be using the money you have from Lily and James, and what "Sirius Black" had given me, I'll just tack that on to what Moony was already getting," He added with a wink.

"Okay, that didn't make sense, but if I'm getting new clothes, then so are you. Those things from the Dursleys need to be burned," Silas muttered, pulling on the clothes Sirius had worn before his trip through the veil. They were a bit long, but they were better than Remus's shabby robes, and 'Harry's' old things. He followed Sirius down to the kitchen where Mrs. Weasley had once again outdone herself. He sat down next to his father and gave him a smile before proceeding to attack the plate of food in front of him.

Ron had taken a seat next to his brothers and as far away from Sirius and Silas as he could get. It still stung, knowing that his friend was so shallow minded on this. Much of the conversation was focused on the shopping trip planned for the day, even if their supply lists hadn't been sent yet. Hermione was grinning, even if she wasn't one to be overly concerned about clothes, it was a different matter when you had three men who were in desperate need of new attire.

"Well, if the three of you are ready, I say we head out to Diagon Alley now," Molly said with a smile as she pulled out the Floo Powder. Moody had agreed to come along since they didn't know what could happen. Once everyone had gone through, the first stop was at Gringotts to take care of the financial situation. It seemed that goblins could care less if it was Sirius Black's money they were handling and soon left with enough to buy the entire household at Grimmauld a new wardrobe.

"Now to get you gentlemen looking like the proper wizards you are supposed to be," Hermione grinned and tugged on Silas's hand to drag him inside a nearby store.

A few hours later they left with an ample amount of clothing, and money bags considerably lighter. Remus, being the sensible one, remembered to shrink the purchases so that carrying them wouldn't be necessary. Silas glanced over at the Magical Menagerie and realized he wouldn't be able to keep Hedwig anymore. Remus caught sight of this and directed the group into the store.

For awhile, he didn't see anything that would really work for him, but just before they left, his eyes caught sight of a shaggy black puppy sleeping in a cage. He didn't think dogs were allowed, but then again, Ron had brought Scabbers for the first three years. Reaching into the cage, he gently grabbed a hold of the pup and brought him to his face.

"Would Dumbledore let me bring him?" Silas asked, running fingers through the scruffy fur.

"I think so, otherwise we can keep him at home, but I believe Albus wouldn't mind. Besides, the more company on the full moon, the better," Remus grinned and looked at Sirius, who was in turn, smirking at Hermione as if some big plot was forming.

"Great!" He handed over the needed money for his dog, along with some basic supplies. The pup, who'd been designated 'Padfoot' by none other than Sirius, would make for a good companion, especially on the full moons. "So, anywhere else before we head back home?"

"I believe Lupin is itching to go over to Flourish and Blotts for a bit," Mad-Eye grumbled in that gruff voice.

Once inside, the group separated, Remus and Sirius took off in one direction, Hermione and Silas in another, and Moody and Molly stood guard at the door. Padfoot squirmed in his arms and realized he might want to grab a book or two on puppy care. Later the group rejoined each other at the counter, both Lupins with a stack of books that put Hermione to shame. Silas blushed furiously as he handed Padfoot to Sirius so he could hang on to them all.

"What are all of those?" Sirius stared, not believe anyone would want to read so much, especially over holidays.

"Umm, a few on puppy care and training, curses, got to use Malfoy as the target, a couple of potion manuals since Snape is itching to throw me out of the class already, and of course more Quidditch books," he responded, hoping he had enough to distracted himself for the summer.

"Well, come along everyone! It's almost time for lunch so we'd best hurry!" Molly ushered them into the fireplace, one by one and were once again back at Grimmauld. The occupants scattered and Silas found himself alone in his room. He sighed and placed Padfoot in a pile of blankets and stared blankly at the wall.

"Hey, what's the matter? Silas turned to see his father standing in the doorway.

"Thinking about what is going to happen on my birthday, well, "Harry's" birthday, since I really don't know," he replied softly.

"I thought it might be something like that, here," he pulled out a few more books, "I saw these at the store and thought maybe you'd like to read them."

"Thanks, I'm sure they'll help," a warm smile spread on his face as he looked at his father. It seemed that he did care about him already, and it made Silas feel better.

"Ahh, there you two infernal beings are. I had no intentions of tracking you two down anymore than I had to," Severus scowled and handed each of them a goblet. The smell was foul and Silas wanted nothing more than to empty his stomach after the potion had been consumed. Unfortunately he knew that he'd have to drink that rank potion a few more times this week before the full moon.

"More has been left with Molly in the kitchen as I know you both need it. Pity you both are so terribly inept with potions that you can't brew this yourself." And with that, Snape spun around and stalked off with his robes billowing out behind.

Silas groaned inwardly and took off his glasses once again to rub his sore eyes and wasn't surprised when his father had tapped the want against the lenses once more. "Most likely after today you won't need them anymore."

"Thanks, but I guess we should head down to lunch as I'm sure Mrs. Weasley wants to work on fattening us up even more," he grinned lopsidedly and ran a hand through his hair which was still too long in his opinion. At some point he'd get someone to cut more off, but right now, he was hungry.

"Come on then, kiddo. I'm sure you want that foul taste out of your mouth as well," Remus ruffled his son's long hair and started out of the room. Silas caught up and gave him a quick smile as they approached the kitchen.

"You two seem to be cursed to be the last ones at this table every time," Tonks said with a chuckle, already stuffing her face with the sandwiches. Rolling his eyes, Silas plopped himself down next to Hermione and Sirius once again and devoured the plate he was staring at.

The next few days went by quickly, falling into the routine of waking up, eating, studying and working on his homework and then finding time to spend with his father at night. He couldn't deny he was genuinely enjoying Remus's presence now, especially since the man really did care about him and wished to talk about their lives and such. The older man attempted to pass on his knowledge about werewolves and what actually happened during the full moon.

But then, July 31st had come upon them.

((A/N: Heh, when I did a word count on this thing, the actual chapter came out to be 4000 words precisely. Just one of those amusing things I noticed late at night.))