Authors notes: Hello again everyone. Another chapter to this story is here to burn your eyes inside of your skull... If there is grammar errors or spelling errors it is due to the fact that I finished this at one in the morning the day before my big Chem. test. um... dont have much else to say other then uh... dont hurt me...;;;

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the song "Pug". They are owned by their respected owners and I have nothing to do with them other then borrowing them for my own amusement.

Breakfast at Anul Institute (Werewolf High, as it was known by its students) was a loud and cheerful event on most days. But on this morning its students were tired and felt ill. The full moon was the next night and the effects of its pull were showing in the werewolves' faces. They wore circles under their eyes, their robes were loose around their bodies, and they barely touched their meals. Those that weren't pureblooded werewolves looked slightly feverish and a few of them were falling asleep on their chairs.

Remus could relate. His eyes were blurry and his head was swimming, he wanted nothing more than to go back to bed and crawl under his comforter. But then again, he didn't think that dreaming would help either. It didn't matter though; he had classes today, meaning that he would suffer through the day along with his students.

A girl who had been sitting next to him gave up, falling headfirst into her cereal. Remus helped her up as she spluttered and tried to breath, her face full of some muggle cereal with a cartoon Leprechaun on the box. Her face grew pink with embarrassment and she smiled apologetically at him. Remus smiled handing her a linen napkin to wipe her face with. Normally his students would have laughed at her, finding it amusing to tease her in a friendly way. Today though, they were all worried about how she felt a few were asking her if she wanted to go take a nap in the infirmary. She shook her head; her damp blond hair flying around her small face that was set into a determined look. Remus took out his wand and cleared her spot on the large table and then removed the milk and marshmallows that clung to her head. She thanked him again, her cheeks turning a light crimson and asked him if he could pass the pancakes.

They ate in the dining room on one large table, where both the students that lived at the school and the teachers ate together. The head of the school sat down in front Remus, looking tired and disgruntled. Remus nodded at his friend, taking in his disheveled appearance. Vincent Farin was a tall well built man with dirty blond shaggy hair, gray eyes, and a chiseled face. His skin was naturally tanned a soft gold color that seemed to glow in the light from the chandelier. He was a handsome and powerful man, he emanated raw power and everyone had respect for him. Because not only was he the head of the school, he was also the leader of the pack.

Remus had known him for years, meeting him while traveling around America a few years after the first fall of Voldemort. They had become quick friends and had still written to each other throughout the years. When Vincent had become the leader of the pack, he had invited his rogue friend to come and join them and even teach. That was two years ago and Remus had been accepted with open arms by the pack, his class was the most popular, and he didn't have to face the change alone anymore.

Raising an eyebrow at Vincent, Remus silently asked him if he was all right. He looked worse than he should, his gold skin looked slightly pale and his hair was tousled, his clothes, normally ironed and pressed, looked slept in and wrinkled. Through a mouth full of toast he shook his head meaning that he would tell him later. Remus nodded and finished his bacon and eggs, drinking large amounts of coffee in hopes that it would let him stay awake and that it would soothe his throbbing head. He sat back in his chair and stared as a few owls came in and dropped their burdens to their owners. A black horned owl came in and dropped a newspaper on his lap, Remus handed it a few small copper coins and it flew away.

After breakfast, the students had first period free so most went to a common room that lead to the library and tried to finish last minute homework. Those that were too tired to do much would curl up in an armchair waiting for classes to start. Remus fallowed Vincent out the dinning room and up to his office. Vincent's office was organized chaos, the walls were lined with bookshelves and the books were crammed in them in an order that only Vincent himself understood. He had a few couches in the middle like a sitting area, the seats were covered in paperwork and on the coffee table were a pile of charts and random rolled up parchment. By the large window was a punching bag, a pair of boxing gloves were thrown carelessly into an open gym bag. The desk was a large oak one with a muggle computer littered with floppy disks and CD's, a phone stood out amongst the disks.

This had surprised Remus when he first came to stay with his new pack; they all relied on Muggle appliances more than magic. Most had cars, they watched TV, and some commuted to work in the nearest Muggle Town. It shouldn't have surprised him by much since he himself had lived a few years in the muggle world. He remembered times where only muggle construction jobs were available to the educated werewolf.

Vincent walked up to his desk and reached under it, to a hidden mini fridge, grabbing two water bottles, tossing one to Remus. He then sat down tiredly and propped his legs up. Remus sat down in front of him, leaning back, drinking his water as he waited for Vincent to start.

Vincent sighed; "I spent all last night arguing with a few leaders from some of the local werewolf communities. Apparently, they don't like the fact that I'm allowing non pureblood werewolves into my pack and my school." He took a sip of water, "Stupid racist morons. It's bad enough that normal humans hate us, we don't need animosity between ourselves."

Remus frowned, leaning foreword and staring at his hands, "Why bring this up now? You've been accepting changed werewolves for two years now. And why bring it up right before the full moon?"

Vincent snorted, "Because, my dear friend, one of the men campaigning to kill off all of our kind was attacked last month by a rogue half blood."

Remus raised an eyebrow, "was he bitten?"

Vincent shook his head, "no, but his daughter was. And he sent her here last night when it became apparent that she couldn't be cured. The other packs don't feel its right after all he's done to us."

"But it isn't the girl's fault, she didn't ask for this."

Vincent shrugged, "That's what I said, then they started on me and how I was too young, too inexperienced, and should watch whom I let into my pack. I swear I almost strangled one of them, he kept making snide remarks at me."

Remus smirked, "I'm sure they would have appreciated that..."

Vincent grinned showing naturally elongated canines, "I would have. I would love to see his eyes just POP out of his head."

Remus snorted, "and you're the one against animosity between werewolves..."

Vincent raised his water bottle in the air in a fake toast, "Cheers to hypocrisy!"

Remus shook his head, "So, is she starting classes today? Or is she going to wait until after the full moon?"

Vincent swallowed his water and looked up at Remus, "That's another issue. She's already graduated from Salem; she's a fully qualified witch. Problem is she's five months pregnant. The other leaders don't like the fact that she's taking the Wolfsbane Potion. They think that she should just go through the change like a normal werewolf without special treatment. I'm not even providing the potion anyway. I, of course, disagree with them because there's always a chance that the child can be born without the curse."

"Is that even possible?" Asked Remus confused.

"We don't know, this particular situation has never happened before. We know if werewolves mate with humans that the child will be born with Lycanthrope, but no one as far as we know has been bitten while pregnant."

He rubbed his tired eyes like a child would; "Her father feels that there's still a chance that his grandchild might be normal. Since the child was created before she received the bite, there's a chance that the curse didn't reach the child. So he paid some hot shot potions master from Alaska to make the potion for her until she gives birth."

"That... sounds expensive..."

"Oh it is, the bastard paid enough money to feed the whole pack for six months and still have money left over."

"Fuckin ay..."

"I know. The only good thing about the situation is that the girls father backed off on the whole 'Lets go kill off them nasty critters!' thing." Vincent had used a rather exaggerated accent of a southern redneck while he said that, to emphasize his words.

Remus just stared at him. "That was the worse accent I've ever heard."

Vincent acted like he was proud, "Why thank you; I pride myself in my accents."

Remus shook his head, and checked his watch. "We need to hurry, class is starting in a few minutes."

Vincent got up and stretched his arms over his head. "I'm so tempted to cancel classes for the day..."

Remus gave him a stern look, "You're supposed to set an example for them; you're the leader."

Vincent scratched his face; it was covered in light stubble. "Why can't the full moon be on a more convenient time, like on a Saturday?"

Remus rolled his eyes, "I'll send a memo out to the Moon about it tomorrow."

Vincent ignored Remus' sarcastic tone and walked towards the door, "Would you really? I would appreciate it."

Remus just smirked and shook his head, "You only hear what you want to hear don't you?"

"Only when it comes to sarcastic British werewolves with thick accents."

Remus walked into his classroom just as the bell rang. It was bright in there due to the fluorescent lights; he rubbed his eyes before turning towards his class. There weren't many students in the school, around seventy at most, so classes tended to be small. This particular one was his first year class, two rows of large tired eyes stared at him as he entered. One little boy had his head down, his mop of black hair fanned around his small face. Remus walked over to him, kneeling down he gently shook him. The boy's eyes gleamed silver for a split second as he stared sleepily at his professor. He smiled embarrassedly and muttered an apology, Remus shook his head.

"You don't have to apologize, Willem." He said gently, and smiled. "Just open your book."

Willem nodded and opened his book along with the rest of the class, knowing full well that they would be taking notes that day instead of the usual hands on activities. Remus usually felt it better to teach them new things all month and review on the day of and the day after the full moon for a quiz. They welcomed it since they had spent the last month on the material and didn't want to be trying to memorize something new when their minds were on their beds and pillows.

"Good morning everyone, I know you're all tired and want to sleep but we need to go through classes and get some work done." The children muttered sleepily, and he continued. "All right, last week we covered small jinxes and hexes that are used in the Dark Arts. Today you are to list them, list their counter curses and describe how they are used. Once done, read page sixty-two and answer the question on the bottom. If you have any questions come up to my desk and I'll assist you."

His class got to work, eager to finish so that they could take a nap before their next class. Remus sat down behind his desk and proceeded with the mundane work of grading essays. After about the twelfth essay his eyes blurred slightly and he stopped to take a break. His neck hurt and his back ached. He stretched in his chair and glanced at his class. Tired children working hard on their assignments met Remus' eyes; most were almost done while others slaved over their paper to catch up. He wished that they could take the day off and try to rest before that night. But they had to prove to those that thought that they were uncivilized monsters that they were perfectly normal. Even if that meant going to classes when you felt violently ill.

Twenty minutes left in class and everyone finished with their assignments, now they all stretched and laid their tired heads down. Remus looked at them sadly, even though they were all tired, they couldn't fall asleep on their desks. Remus knew that they felt too sick to sleep, he himself felt that way.

All they needed was a pick-me-up, thought Remus. An idea quickly formed in his head. He got up and went through the door that led to his adjoining office where he had a large stock of Butterbeer that Sirius had sent him a few days back. He counted the bottles and was more than pleased that he had enough for the rest of his classes and still had enough to last him until he could owl Sirius. With a wave of his wand he made the box fallow him back to his classroom where his students stared at him with raised eyebrows. He smiled vaguely and made the box land on his desk.

"I thought you might enjoy something to make the next twenty minutes more tolerable. It's called Butterbeer, I hope you like them since they don't have these in America."

He grabbed a few bottles and started distributing them to the curious students. The little girl that had fallen asleep in her cereal that morning was the first to crack a true smile.

"Wow! These are good!" She exclaimed.

"It makes me feel all-warm fuzzy." Stated one small doe eyed girl.

"Shit these are great!" Yelled out one dark skinned boy with blue black hair.

"Bowen..." Remus said warningly.

Bowen looked scared, "Sorry professor!"

"Do you kiss your mother with that mouth? Next time its detention." Said Remus, the boy nodded and drank his Butterbeer while talking to his classmates. Remus smiled at his class and grabbed his own bottle. He sat back on his chair and propped his legs up next to the box as the bell rang and the class pilled out, thanking him as they left.

He took a deep swig, smiling as his insides wormed up, and one thought came to mind, 'One class down, six more to go.'

A small child with a mess of light red brown hair falling over his golden eyes stared sleepily up at Ginny. When she drew closer, he stood, up, clutching a small teddy bear named Mr. Bear Bear in one hand, and a soft light blue knitted blanket that Molly Weasley had knitted for her Grandson in the other.

Ginny gently picked up her son, and hugged him closely as he laid his head on the nook between her neck and her shoulder. She frowned as she felt his warm forehead on her neck.

"Oh Julian, you're burning up." She whispered into her son's ear. She almost cried as he whimpered in pain. Rubbing his back comfortingly, she made her way towards her living room. She laid him down on the couch and turned on the television to a cartoon channel. As Julian watched his early afternoon cartoons, Ginny quickly opened up the package. Inside was a large vial. Bringing it to her kitchen she opened the top and tried not to breathe in the fumes. She poured its contents into a cup and carried it over to Julian.

When she first learned she was pregnant, the overwhelming feeling of panic had hit her hard. She didn't know what to do at first. The first thought that came to mind was to tell her mother. But if Molly Weasley knew who the father was then not only would she hurt her for being so reckless, she and the rest of her family would have killed Remus. Then there was the fact that she didn't believe that they could cope with having a werewolf in the family.

She then thought about telling Hermione, her now sister-in-law, but the brown haired girl was too rational for her own good. She would have gone off and told everyone and that wasn't going to happen.

Harry had come to mind next. He had saved her once, she thought, maybe he can help her now. But the moment she thought that, she realized that he would tell Sirius, who would have felt it his duty to congratulate his friend with "Its A Boy" cigars. And she had already known the moment she found out she was carrying his child that Remus could never known. Just days after his departure, she had been to dinner at her families home where she overheard how well Remus had said he was adjusting to his new life from Sirius. She bit her lip as he told her mother that Remus had been welcomed with open arms and that he would start teaching in a few weeks.

"Which is something that that he sorely missed since he thought the kids at Hogwarts." Said Sirius as he tried to steal a bit of dessert while dinner was still in progress.

Shaking her head she went back to the task at hand. Julian frowned when he saw what she was going to make him drink; pouting he shook his head and shut his mouth tight. Ginny sighed and sat down next to him, his skin looked pale, and his normally chubby cheeks looked slightly sunken in. Small dark circles covered his big golden eyes. He stared at his mother with the look of blasphemous betrayal. Shaking her head she brought him to sit on her lap. His lip trembled like only a child's could, but Ginny ignored it, though it pained her to have to force him to drink such a disgusting potion. She knew from when she was pregnant how disgusting it was and felt sorry for her son every time he was forced to drink it. But it had to be done; it was the only thing that made him feel better. And as much as he protested he still had to drink it.

"Please drink it Julian, you need it, it will make you feel better."

He protested for a bit, but the fever was getting to him, slowly he gave up. Ginny poured the drink into his mouth slowly. His eyes squinted in disgust and he almost spat it out. But it was over soon enough. Setting the cup down, Ginny laid him back down on the sofa where he drowsily watched the television. She covered him with his blanket and smoothed down his soft hair.

Staring at his sleepy form she could visibly see his fathers features on his face. But they were too subtle to notice unless they were looking for them. His eyes were Remus', there was no question about it, down to the last speck of gold. Both their eyebrows were similar as well, perfectly arched. Everything else was all Weasley. His hair was a darker red then the rest of the family. It had bits of brown here and there. It was shaggy and thick, yet soft to the touch, so she could never properly comb it.

"Julian, don't go to sleep sweetly. We'll be leaving soon, OK?"

He sat up tiredly and rubbed his eyes with a chubby fist. She picked him up and took him back to her room. She changed his clothes to a pair of dark blue jeans and a t-shirt that had a snitch on the front. Ginny herself changed into black slacks and a green baby tee and tied her long hair up into a loose ponytail. She picked Julian up and he laid his head on his mother's shoulder. As they headed towards the door Julian started squirming.

"Bear Bear!"

Ginny looked back and noticed that she left Mr. Bear Bear on the sofa. She smiled and retrieved it, handing it to Remy who clutched if firmly, tucking him under his chin.

She walked into the Leaky Cauldron and smiled at Tom, the aging caretaker. He smiled back, flashing his toothless mouth. Placing the cup he was cleaning he came around and kneeled in front of Julian, handing him a small bottle of pumpkin juice.

"Here ya' go little man, on the house." He then patted Julian head. Julian flashed him a small smile before drinking all of the pumpkin juice. Tom stood up and smiled again at Ginny, "Handsome kid, has your smile."

Ginny smiled and thanked him for the pumpkin juice and started to reach for her coin bag in her pocket when Tom shook his head. "It's on the house. It will be an insult if you don't accept it," he added when she protested.

Ginny thanked him again and bid him good day as she made her way towards the Floo grate at the end of the pub. She reached inside her pocket and pulled out a small pouch. Grabbing Julian's little hand firmly she stepped into the grate. Looking down at her son, giving him a large smile, she whispered.

"Are you ready?"

Clutching Mr. Bear Bear firmly, and biting his lip, he nodded. Ginny took a deep breath, which wasn't a good idea inside a fireplace since she coughed a bit of soot, she yelled out.

"Falcons Nest!"

Teaching for as long as he had, Severus Snape felt that he was as patient as he could be. He knew that he was hated but he felt that he had a right to be mean and to yell. They were stupid. It wasn't his fault that most of the students that he had ever taught had greenish pink vomit for brains. It was their parent's fault for having children. Unfortunately for him, he was forced to play baby sitter to the empty shells that were his students.

There had been few students that he had taught that weren't brainless zombies. Not many, but enough to keep his hopes up for the future. But his current batch were so useless that he sometimes missed the years passed where Longbottom was the only one he had to worry about. Now he had several little monsters on any given day that would mess up a perfectly simple potion.

If they were more careful then he wouldn't have to yell at them.

And if he didn't have to yell at them, then he wouldn't have a handful of howlers from angry mothers screeching that he had damaged the little snot-faced child's self esteem.

Severus sighed as he collapsed on a soft leather couch that adorned his living room. He was glad to have left the school, if only for the night. He just wanted to be able to listen to some music and indulge in some scotch. With a wave of his wand he turned on the stereo inside the bookcase, listening to the radio announcer mention a band he had never heard of and doubted that he would like, and he took a sip from the silver flask that had once belonged to his father. On it a black falcon was engraved on it. The paint had started to peel off due to its old age so the silver shone where it was once painted.

Closing his eyes he heard the song start, it was very relaxing, though he would never admit it about muggle music. He did have a reputation to worry about. It was a far cry from the angry music he used to listen to when he was younger and was rebelling against his family. But it did serve to calm his nerves. He listened to the mans voice, letting the lyrics sink in.

kiss and kill me sweetly

come and drive me home

He stretched on his couch and rested his head, the song was producing images in his mind that he didn't want to think about. But he always thought about that day, the day when everything had started. There was a warm summer storm if he remembered correctly. School was starting soon so he was preparing his storage room with supplies. Diagon Alley was almost deserted, so he decided to walk around without the roar of the crowd invading his ears.

drag the miles in me

I am yours alone

He still remembered the way everything seamed so gray, the sky, the buildings, the people; everything was just dark and wet. People around him wear their cloaks tightly around their bodies as they make their way through the wet market place. He always enjoyed the rain too much to bother. He was soaked by the time he was finished with all of his orders at his favorite apothecary. He still had the rest of the afternoon with nothing to do so he decided to wonder through Knockturn Alley to see if he could find something interesting for his private stores.

inside where it's warm

wrap myself in you

Knockturn Alley was almost as deserted as Diagon Alley but there were a few people trying to buy and sell things with the heavy summer rain shielding them from others. He shopped around; buying a new dagger that had caught his eye. It had once belonged to a man who had killed vampires for a living. The silver handle and the engraved runes looked beautiful to him.

outside where I'm torn

fight myself in two

But as he left the store, something caught his attention, standing out amongst the cold gray world around him was a bit of red. He watched as she came out of a store that sold uncommon potions run by an old hag that talked to herself as she worked. She was tucking something into her robes and pulling up her hood before walking swiftly out of Knockturn Alley. He knew she shouldn't be there, and he knew that someone like her would not be here unless something was wrong. Not knowing why, he followed her, wanting to know what had made her look so sad.

in two

into you

He followed her back to Diagon Alley where she went inside of the Leaky Cauldron. He felt like a stalker for a moment, but he needed to know why Ginny Weasley would be in Knockturn Alley.

desire me so deeply

drain and kick me hard

She made her way to a booth at the farthest corner of the bar. He paused, wondering if he should go to her or walk away. But he was worried about her, but he didn't know her well. She might be angry with him for following her, but seeing her slumped on the table he made up his mind.

whisper secrets for me

try to go too far

Her head whipped up as he spoke to her, her face was streaked from her tears; her eyes were bloodshot and swollen. And from that moment he knew that never wanted to see her in such a state.

inside where it's warm

wrap myself in you

She had tried to brush her appearance away by saying she was having a bad day. He didn't believe it. And after a few minutes she broke down again. He remembered how her body shook as he held her and wiped her tears away.

outside where I'm torn

fight myself in two

He listened to her story, never saying a word, he merely held her. He never once passed judgment on her, or scolded her for being so careless. This wasn't a potion that she had ruined, it was her life. He couldn't treat her like a student. It wasn't his place to say anything. All he could do for her was find a way to help. But he had to know...

in two

into...

Of all of the people it could have been, he never expected his former colleague and classmate to be the father of her child. And suddenly he understood why she was crying, and why she was in Knockturn Alley. Tomorrow night was the full moon, and the child growing inside of her would be born a werewolf. The moon's rays would bring her incredible pain until the full moon.

please don't change

please don't change at all

He convinced her to go to his home so that they could further discuss what she wanted to do. She showed him the Wolfsbane potion that she had purchased, and he was glad that she hadn't taken it yet. It was to strong a mixture for her, it could have killed her and her child. He took her to his workroom, which was once his mothers Greenhouse. As he prepared the difficult task of making a more diluted version of the potion, he spoke to her of what she wanted to do.

bring your rain

bring your rain to fall

"I can't tell my parents," she said with her head down. "My mother would be sad and my father would disown me and kill Remus. And I can't tell him, he would want to come back. He shouldn't have to give up a life with his own people for me. I don't want to burden anyone."

inside where it's warm

wrap myself in you

He had momentarily looked up at her before concentrating on the potion, "Most women would want him to return to be with his child."

outside where I'm torn

fight myself in two

"I'm not most women," she replied as she stared into the cauldrons fire. "He deserves better then this..."

in two

into you

"I don't think that you can keep a child from your family forever."

come and kiss me sweetly

ride the telephone

"I don't intend to, I'm just not telling them about the baby's Lycanthrope."

drag the miles to me

I am yours alone

He handed her a goblet full of the potion and smiled sadly at his former student. She thanked him and shuddered as the potion made its way down her throat.

yours alone

"You can stay here for the night in a guestroom so that you can take more of the potion every few hours." He told her, she immediately declined. "I want to help you. Let me help you."

on the telephone

"Why? This isn't your problem, its mine." More tears fell from her eyes. "I'm wasn't even in your house in Hogwarts, why would you help me?"

yours alone

"Because you shouldn't have to go through this alone."

looking for a kiss

She hugged him. He could almost hear the sound of rain hitting the glass ceiling of the Greenhouse as she thanked him. He kissed the top of her head and held her in his arms.

kiss...

"I know it's not much," he whispered in her ear. "But I'll help you when I can."

yours alone

She pulled back and gave him a small, tired smile and said. "Thank you, Severus..."

"...Severus?"

He opened his eyes and saw her standing over him, smiling as she gently shook him. "Did you have a long day?"

Authors Notes: Didn't expect Severus Snape huh? He's one of my favorite characters and made the most sense (in my mind...).

I got a lot of great reviews for this fic. Great boost to the old ego . I apparently have fans out there too... its a weird thing to think about... I'm glad I converted someone to Remus/ Ginny though giggles insanely I must corrupt the world with poorly written fics! mwahahaha!

cough

Anyway there are a few things I'd like to clarify.

Yes its Remus' baby

Ginny is not a werewolf. According to werewolf lore and movies and anything else, you cannot become one from sex. She just gave birth to one.

giggles no the baby's name isn't romulus... it would be too cheesy.

No Ginny's parents dont know who her baby's daddy is... is reminded of the Jerry Springer play...shudders

I wouldn't have made the kid a girl cuz those make me sad T.T

um dont remember what else I was going to say... (its late and I've had 3 cups of coffee and 2 cans of coke...)

oh well.

Love you all!

Later.