((A/N: Well, I finally was able to get another chapter out...didn't have too much homework so I got the chance to type this...Really sorry about the wait though. But then again, I really haven't had too much incentive to write this story cause I'm getting very few reviews so I'm thinking not a lot of people like it anymore.

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Silas woke the next morning with a sense of foreboding and the weather seemed to match. Rain poured down in buckets and the thunder was so loud that it hurt his ears. He groaned and rolled over and idly noted that his father had already gotten up for the day. If there was one thing he wanted to do, meeting up with the three adults was not one of them. Scowling, he dragged himself off the bed and over to the bathroom.

The reflection in the mirror startled him a bit as he hadn't looked in one for a couple of weeks. His hair was shaggy and unkempt, all snarled and in dire need of brushing, once sparkling green eyes were now a lifeless green-blue and dark circles underneath made it obvious that he hadn't been sleeping well lately.

"You'd think that one would have learned the basics of personal hygiene by the time they were sixteen. I mean, really? Haven't you ever heard of a comb before?" The mirror ragged on him, the scowl on his face only deepening.

"How about you shut up before I toss you out into the muggle world?"

The mirror stayed wisely silent.

His mood didn't improve much as he entered the kitchen where Remus, Minerva and Snape were sitting around the table along with strongly brewed coffee and sat down in a corner chair away from the group. Remus raised an eye, but said nothing.

Everyone present in the kitchen knew what the planned events included and none wished to actually partake in them. Snape especially wasn't looking forward to this as he'd be baiting the younger Lupin and could be facing the wrath of an enraged werewolf.

Although the others didn't wish to be doing the testing, Silas had no desire to be subjected to the most likely painful and horrific, and in his opinion, cruel tests. He had no idea what they were going to consist of, but if the occupants were this apprehensive, then it couldn't be good. If it weren't for the fact that he was dangerous, he would've fled the house last night. What was scaring him the most though, was what the results were going to be. He dreaded finding out that he was always infectious and then confined to a cell in Azkaban.

"Silas, son, come on, it's time," Remus said with a heavy heart. The boy looked as if he were a deer caught in a headlight with the frightened look on his face. His rapid breathing made the others aware of just how terrified he was, although he had good reasons.

He was led into the dank dungeons where a pseudo-lab had already been set up and the Wolfsbane was simmering in a nearby cauldron. It was an unnerving thought that only a month and a half ago only one needed it, and now there were three.

The three adults stood across from him and that was intimidating considering that Remus held out his hand for Silas's wand. Cautiously he held it out so he'd be the only one unarmed.

"Minerva, if you could place a barrier around yourself incase of an accident." She nodded and flicked her wand and a seemingly crystalline wall appeared that made her look further away than she was.

Snape rolled his eyes impatiently, "If you insist on doing this, werewolf, then

get on with it. Now that Minerva is protected, he can't very well do anymore damage.

Silas bristled with the insult directed towards both himself and his father, and with a sort of glee in his eyes, the Potion's master continued.

"Really, he's attempted to attack Weasley who most likely would have ended up in pretty bad shape had I not intervened. Although, he did attack me unprovoked- this clearly shows that he is dangerous."

This time the boy couldn't stop himself from retorting, "Ron attacked me twice before I started changing, and had I not, I have no doubt that I wouldn't have tried to attack."

"My, my, so touchy for one who's saying he's innocent. Why would one not attempt to defend himself against an attacker unless he knew he was already guility. Really, I would've expected a more intelligent offspring from two of the smartest graduates in our year. Are you certain he shouldn't have been in Hufflepuff with that cowardice?"

"SHUT UP!" Silas snarled, teeth bared and seething with anger, "If you're telling me I'm a coward then I should've been in Slytherin since they'll do anything to save their necks!"

"INSOLENCE! I will not tolerate this type of degradation towards your classmates!"

"At least Gryffindors don't have to be afraid to find themselves dead in the morning because they didn't take the Dark Mark!"

With that, Snape smacked the young Lupin's jaw with a sickening crack and was uncharacteristically breathing hard and looking crazed at that comment.

"Never speak of my house like that again," he barked, pushing the boy up against the wall.

Green eyes blinked in terror, but opened in amber and were intent on destroying the man who was threatening him. The fur creeping down his back stood on end and his growling subtly became more wolf-like. Nails gripped the wall as they grew out and could shred the skin with no force. Snape took no notice to this, but Remus did and couldn't stand by any longer.

"Minerva! Restrain Silas now!" He cried as he tackled the Potion Master to the ground. The boy found himself trapped in a body bind and looked horribly distressed that he couldn't control himself once again.

"Severus, you were supposed to let him go the moment you triggered the change, not continue provoking him. And clearly you did it by intentionally hitting him since no changes occurred until you did," Remus growled deeply, not letting the man up with the crazed look still in his eyes.

"That brat deserved it, and he was provoking me just as much. Besides, anyone could punch him and then there would be no one around to restrain him. Clearly he's dangerous."

"That is for the Headmaster to decide, no you, and I'm sure we can figure something out," Minerva sniffed, annoyed by the man's prejudices.

"Surely he wouldn't want to place the other students in danger, now would he?" Severus sneered.

"What about all those who have already taken the mark and are loyal to Voldemort? Aren't they all dangerous as well and yet they are allowed to continue their school as well?" Remus asked softly.

"That has no relevance."

"Severus, you know it does; many of them know how to use at least the Cruciatus and Imperius, though I don't doubt that a few know Avada Kedavra. Albus allows those students to remain in the school even if some are joining the ranks willingly. Why should Silas be expelled, but not them?"

"At least they can control themselves unlike the little beast! Sooner or later someone is going to find a way to really agitate him and then a student or professor is bound to get hurt. Do you really think he's going to want that weighing upon him as well?"

"I'm sure he wouldn't but he does need to go to school even if it means taking some risks. But if you're going to treat him as such, then I do believe he will not be attending your class. I daresay that he has enough to deal with, without having to listen to your prattle about him," Remus scowled, staring into Snape's dark eyes.

"If you two haven't forgotten, Silas is still here and listening to everything you are fighting about," the witch muttered and looked down at the boy who was finally back to normal before lifting the binding curse. His eyes were wide with a mixture of horror, sadness, and anger and he flew out of the room before anyone could catch him.

"Well, it seems I don't need to even scowl anymore to make him scared, an improvement I should think."

"Be quiet or I'll have Dumbledore personally remove you from here. I have no problems sending you back to the Dungeons to transform alone," the wolf snarled.

Instead of saying anything, Severus stormed off and Minerva looked as if she was murderous and followed, leaving Remus to find his son. A few minutes later he saw the boy on his bed, crying into the pillows and little Padfoot snuggling close. Instead of saying anything, he just drew Silas into his arms and held him until the tears finally started to cease.

"Can't you just kill me? It would make things a lot easier and then you and everyone else wouldn't have to worry about what happens at school."

"No!" Remus practically pleaded, gripping Silas even closer. He didn't want to have his son turn suicidal on him again. "Definitely not, I just found you and I don't want to lose you now! And that's just Snape being an asshole since it would be dangerous if you didn't return to Hogwarts. But hey, if you don't want to deal with Snivellus anymore, we can pull you out of his class."

Silas didn't answer, and instead just fell back on the bed. Remus was at a loss, but was sparked with sudden inspiration.

"Come on, I have an idea," he smirked, a sparkle in his eye made it evident that he hadn't lost his Marauder persona. Silas rolled over and listlessly followed him out the door and over towards the kitchen. Once there, Remus began shuffling around in the cupboards until he sat down at the table, two bottles in his hands.

"This is how to solve a problem Marauder style," he grinned and poured the bottle's contents into two shot glasses that he'd conjured and shoved it over to the boy. Silas sniffed it and grimaced, but drank it anyhow.

"Ugh! What was that?"

"That was dear ol' Ogden's Firewhisky and he served us well back after graduation."

"More," Silas muttered as he thrust the shot glass back. Remus grinned and topped it off with the other bottle and couldn't help but laugh when his son's eyes bugged out from the taste.

"What the bloody fuck was that?"

"Now that was pure and simple Vodka. The perfect thing if you'd like to get drunk quickly."

"I want the bottle, now." Silas's tone let the man know that he was not to be messed with and handed the bottle over. Remus knew that he was going to hurt like hell tomorrow, but at least he'd have a few hours that he couldn't remember. It only took about five more shots and the boy was thoroughly plastered. Chuckling, the older werewolf led the staggering boy out into the hallway, where unfortunately Snape was walking through.

"You are aware that a drunken werewolf is even worse than a sober one, aren't you?" He raised his eye and sneered at the stench of alcohol.

"Oooh...shhlove itz Schnape..." Silas slurred, waving his hands around and accidentally hitting the man.

The Potions Master sneered and once again shoved the boy into the wall, "I don't care if this does make you transform," he snarled and punched the boy across the jaw. Another blow went to his right eye before Remus could dislodge him. Amazingly enough, Silas had just stood there, human and looking quite shocked by being hit.

Remus couldn't help but groan, "Don't tell me that alcohol is the thing that can control him." That was ironic; he'd gotten the boy drunk to forget about the testing, only to have the answer come out of it.

Severus was livid though- that infuriating brat had insulted him again! He picked himself up off the floor, seeing how Lupin saw hit to known him over, and scowled. "I dare say that the Headmaster won't approve of the brat running around the school while he's intoxicated," the greasy haired man smirked, thinking that he'd finally be rid of the brat.

"Oh, I believe you're right in that respect, but it doesn't mean that it would take this amount to keep him from transforming. Perhaps it would only require a shot or two throughout the day and I doubt Albus would have a problem with that seeing as Silas is his precious 'Golden-Boy'," Remus spat the last part of that out, knowing that it would irritate the man.

Indeed it did and the overgrown bat stormed out of the hall and back to the basement. Minerva came out a moment later to see what all the fuss was about. "What in Merlin's name is going on out here?" She asked, utterly bewildered.

"It seems that we have found a way to possibly keep Silas in school without too many hassles."

"Why does it smell like alcohol?"

"Uhh...cause that's the solution?"

"Keeping him drunk?!"

"Well, I'm going to see if a shot or two will be enough to suffice..." Remus grinned guiltily.

"I should say so! We definitely don't need a drunken student running around," she sniffed, and turned away. Remus turned his attention to his son once again, but saw him slumped against the door, asleep. Smiling, he gently picked the boy up and carried him to their room. It was a good thing he was getting sleep now because he was going to have a helluva headache come tomorrow.

His estimation was correct and he was woken up to Silas leaning over the bed, groaning with a pile of pike on the floor. He couldn't forget his first time with drinking and hadn't been eager to repeat it. Though, it did make for a funny scene; the boy-who-lived that was now suffering from a massive hangover.

"Who let a bloody herd of hippogriffs inside the house and had them trample over my head?" Silas grumbled, pulling his long hair away from his mouth.

"And there would be a classic example of a hangover. Do you remember anything from last night?"

"Umm, firewhisky shots and a bottle of Vodka? Then I woke up to puking and quite frankly, werewolf hearing and hangovers are deadly," he snarled, closing his eyes and laying back on the pillows.

Remus chuckled to himself and went to go find the poor boy a hangover potion from his private stores. No doubt it would take quite a bit to dull that headache. Once he got back to the room, he helped tip the potion into the boy's mouth and saw a look of relief spread on his face. It would be a few more hours until he could test his theory of the shot-a-day remedy.

"Get some more sleep," Remus told him softly, running his fingers through his son's hair.

It wasn't until dinner that the boy reappeared, although, looking quite disheveled. Bags were under his eyes, hair snarled, and the tail forgotten to be hid, was matted from lack of brushing. Remus snickered, Snape sneered, and Minerva looked concerned about his appearance.

"I'm going to have to institute a mandatory shower after dinner so you'll at least be clean," the werewolf smirked, catching the annoyed look Silas was throwing him, "What? You reek of alcohol."

Once again Silas had a look that could rival Severus's worst. Indeed, he did shower that night, but he was extremely grouchy as well. They did test Lupin's theory and found that it was positive so they had t heir answer for school, but before they could go, there was one more full moon. And that day came too quickly.

Minerva had left for the night so the wolves could have the run of the house, but the inhabitants weren't having a good time. It was only the afternoon and already Silas and Severus were in a panicking mode. The boy had locked himself into the room with all his books and wouldn't come out, and Severus refused to leave the basement. Needless to say, Remus was not happy with their behavior because in a few hours he'd have to be by his son and make sure Severus didn't somehow kill himself during his first transformation.

About half an hour before the sun went down, Silas finally undid the lock on his door and went into the living room where his father was. If Remus thought he looked bad the other day, it was nothing compared to now. Silas's face was drawn in, looking extremely gaunt, the bags under his eyes were worse, hair to the point where it would need to be cut off to a shorter length for it to be respectable, tail drooping, and shoulders slumped miserably.

The man gruffly pulled him into a tight hug, muttering that it should be better this time. It didn't help; Silas was just as anxious as last time. Little Padfoot wandered into the room and settled happily on his master's lap, and was quickly used for support. Remus could only pray that this transformation would go better or he very well could lose his son forever.

Silas gratefully took the goblet of Wolfsbane along with a shot glass of firewhisky and drained them both- he had the feeling he was going to want more of that whisky in the morning once he woke up. His ears picked up the sound of faint footsteps coming from the basement and turned to see Snape standing there, reeking of alcohol and eyes glazed over.

"I hope you're happy, you little brat," he snarled, half swaying from the level of intoxication he was under.

"Oh Merlin, did you have to get plastered before even the first transformation?" Remus rolled his eyes in disbelief, "I would've thought you'd last until the second or third to do that."

"Do shut up, Lupin, since I have no desire to be in the same house as you and the monster that thought it would be funny to attack me," Snape muttered, his black eyes looking as if he was about to kill anyone who took a step near him.

Remus glanced at the man and was thoroughly sick of his behavior and proceeded to rip the clothing off of his body. Silas couldn't help but let a weak smile appear on his lips after seeing the look upon his Potion Master face. Where normally there was a look of death, was now an utterly stunned expression from the lack of clothing.

The elder werewolf removed his own clothing and then went to his son and gentle helped him out of the ragged threads. "Sorry, bud, but you don't need to lose anymore clothing this way so if you want, you're welcome to wrap up in a blanket," he smiled weakly at his son, tossing him a dusty blanket for good measures.

"Thanks, dad," he murmured and plopped down into a chair with his puppy.

Severus, on the other hand, wasn't thrilled; he scowled and ripped a sheet from the couch and made a make-shift toga. Since it was so thin, it didn't leave anything to the imagination and Remus got a very nice view of Severus which normally was hidden under layers of robes. Quite frankly, he wasn't horribly bad looking either, now that the werewolf thought about it.

Within moments, the sun set completely and the moon shone down through the windows and hit the three by surprise. Silas writhed on the ground in agony, his body twisting into the foreign shape and he howled in pain. He caught glimpses of his father trying to withstand the pain, and Snape shrieking uncharacteristically while his form contorted to that of an inky black and greasy furred wolf.

The said black wolf advanced on Silas, and he cringed and waited for the attack. All he saw was a large black paw coming towards his vision and a sudden burst of pain, and then everything went black.

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Remus was infuriated- the man had attacked his son unprovoked! He growled and circled the other, snarling and snapping his jaws at the other wolf, all in all, ready to shred the fur from his body, but was suddenly inspired to hurt the man another way. With a deathly look in his eyes, he advanced on his childhood nemesis and did the one thing he knew could hurt him- he took the man's remaining 'innocence.'

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The youngest woke the next morning, his face feeling like it was on fire, and felt that there was dried blood caked onto his jaw. Suddenly he remembered being hit by Snape and why he was hurting. On the other hand, it had been enough to knock him out for the entire night so that he hadn't been pained with the desire to attack everyone. He made a mental note to have Remus continue to do that before hefting himself up and looking around. Snape lay there in complete dishevelment and Silas could only presume that his father had been enraged from the man's actions. Speaking of which, he couldn't find the man anywhere in the room.

"If you're looking for me, I've been up for awhile trying to make breakfast incase you were hungry," Remus muttered, peering into the room a moment later and seeing the bewildered look on his son's face. "As for Snape, you can leave the asshole there."

"Don't be too rough on him- when he hit me, I was knocked out so I couldn't feel anything last night. It really would be a good idea to continue doing that so I won't hurt myself with all the biting."

"If you're sure," Remus told him, although uncertainly. He was now regretting his hasty decision on how he punished the man.

"I'll be fine, just as soon as this heals," he pointed to his cheek and grimaced at the dry blood flaking off. His father grinned sheepishly at not automatically healing it and waved his wand so that the cheek was instantly clean.

"Thanks...breakfast would be good though, as long as we can leave him there," Silas pointed, not entirely wanting to eat with him.

"Yea, that's not a problem. Hey, are you going to be ready for term starting tomorrow?"

Silas shivered and looked up at the man and shook his head, "No, but we can't change that now. I just hope no one finds out..."

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"Terribly sorry about this Mister Weasley, but I cannot have you running around the school with the knowledge that you possess about Mister Potter. Obliviate!" Albus cast softly, truly sorry that he had to erase the memories of the student and what he knew about Silas and his father.

"What am I doing here?" Ron snapped, looking around and finding himself in the headmaster's office.

"You came to request to transfer Houses if I'm not mistaken, Mister Weasley, so we shall be on with it!" He said cheerfully and plucked the hat from its stand and placed it upon the boy's head.

Ahh, Mister Weasley, I was wondering if I'd see you again someday. Perhaps had you not been so naïve back then we wouldn't be having this conversation. Yes, your cunningness and self preservation has grown. I believe you'll be better suited for SLYTHERIN!!!

Ron looked dumbstruck from having just been placed into his arch-nemesis house and stared at the headmaster.

"Ah, so my intuition was correct after all! Well, Mister Weasley, since no one will be here until tomorrow, I strongly advise you to go find your dormitory as I do believe you know where it is already. All of your belongings have already been taken there, so now I shall bid you good day!"

With that, Ron just stood up and walked out of there blankly, leaving a content Headmaster to himself. "Ahh, my dear Harry, perhaps now you shall have at least a bit of peace for the moment..."