A/N Heres chapter 4! thanks to all of you who have reviewed. I hope you injoy this. let me knwo what you think.

Chapter 4- Take a bow

Harry sat in DADA on Monday morning reflecting on what had happened over the weekend. He seemed to do that a lot in this class, but never missed a beat. Blaise had cheated on him. Alright, that was upsetting, but not as bad as you would have thought. Harry wasn't about to play the role of heartbroken love sick puppy, or young-lad-scorned. He didn't care, really. And honestly, if it hadn't happened, he didn't know if he would have had his epiphany about Remus. His beautiful, wonderful Remus. The girls were right. He was to gorgeous to be a teacher. And the werewolf thing was a turn on. He never thought he'd see the day when he would hear himself say that. Friday night was spent sitting in front of the fire talking. There was a bit of tension when he found out that Remus knew about Blaise, and hadn't said anything. But Remus' reasons for not telling him were acceptable. It wasn't his place. But other then that, the night was spent looking into each others eyes and lightly kissing. SIGH Saturday they had gone for a walk along the forest and chatted about this and that. They had their meals in Remus' rooms and indulged themselves, once again, in light kissing. It felt like they had been together for years. And possibly they have been. Sunday ended with Remus kissing Harry passionately and then giving him the password to his rooms, telling him that he could come over at ANY time.

"What if it's at 3 in the morning and I just want a light snack? Or I have the urge to run through the halls naked and need a witness? Or…." Harry pressed himself to Remus and ran his hands down the man's chest. He leaned onto him and whispered hotly into his ear. "….I want to make passionate love to you." He finished with a lick to the shell of Remus' ear.

The werewolf moaned and pulled Harry closer still. "Yes, yes, and definitely yes." Harry stepped back with a sly grin.

"I'll see you later then." With a wink he was gone.

Blaise had confronted Harry in the great hall begging him to give him a chance. To forgive him. He promptly to him to fuck off and that he wasn't going to waste his time. And besides, he had found somebody ten times better. Harry snapped out of his ravine when Remus finished with role call. Today's discussion was supposed to be good.

"Alright class, everybody settle down. Today we won't be learning any new spells or hexes so put your wands away. Today we will be delving deeper into the cultures and societies of the three major groups of magical creatures. Can anybody tell me what those are? Yes, Mr. Finnigan."

"Vampires, Veela and Werewolves."

"Very good. Can you put them in order?"

"Order, Sir?"

"Yes. In the order than they came to be. Who was created first? And yes they were created. Anyone? No? Alright, let me explain…"

Everyone seemed pretty confused; even Hermione. There was an order. Well, if anyone would know it would be Remus. Harry watched the man with fascination.

"The Werewolf is the oldest known magical creature. The Vampire was created by the Werewolf, and the Veela was created by the Vampire. Everybody with me so far?" A collective nod. "The Werewolves created the Vampire to fix what they thought were problems with themselves. Namely the transformations, but it went wrong and the newly created ones were cursed to need the night. They no longer transformed, but they could no longer handle the sun. The worst side affect was the need for human blood. It is common for Werewolves to feed on human flesh, but it is not needed, so to speak. The Vampires need it. The Veela came to be by the Vampires. They wanted to fix the problem with the sun. The creation of the Veela was the most successful. They in fact, get their strength from the sun; the opposite of Vampires, and no longer have the blood-lust, as people say. Which is my Veela are the most excepted, they are so called 'harmless' and I will tell you, that is not true. Any questions so far?" Hands shot up all around the room, form both houses.

SOMEWHERE IN DUMBLEDORE'S OFFICE

"Zank you for seeing me Headmaster, un such short notice."

"Oh, it's my pleasure my dear. Now, what can I help you with?"

"My father is not going to make it zrue theese var. I need to contact ze prince and tell him vat he needs to know. I vas told you told tell me ver hee is. Please, ve must make haste, we haven't much time."

"Yes, It is prudent we get to him as soon as possible. He is here. I shall take you to him right away."

BACK IN DADA

There was great hustle and bustle from the students. After the initial discussion on the text, everyone went into a frenzy asking things about Werewolves that they always wanted to ask, but were to shy.

"Can you tell us about the transformation, Professor?"

"Yes, I can. It's very pain full and…" Remus stopped, and shifted his shoulders. He had a puzzled look on his face. He shook his head and continued what he was saying. "And lasts about , hmm, I'd say ten minutes." He stopped and again, with that odd look on his face. Harry was concerned.

All of the sudden Remus lurched forward and grabbed his stomach. His mouth was open wide and he was grasping the desk in front of him with his unused hand. The class went silent. Remus started shaking, and lurched forward again. He looked up to the class with wide eyes. They began to cheer thinking he was pretending to go through the motions. Harry had a sick feeling. He slowly stood and moved towards to front of the class. Hermione followed.

"Professor?"

Remus put his hand out waving it wildly to stop them. He let out a strangled cry and grabbed the desk with both hands. His nails began to form into pointy claws. The class had gone silent again after their professor's cry. When Harry saw the change in his hands he turned to the class with a manic look on his face.

"Everybody, to the back to the class, NOW!"

"But… but he can't. It's in the middle of the day," Lavender said, getting up.

"I know.. I don't know what's going on, just do it! You too Hermione."

She nodded, sprinting to the back the room, to stand next to Ron, and conveniently enough, next to Draco as well. Harry slowly made his way to Remus; caution in his every step. Remus looked up to the young man at his side with shinning eyes, clearly filled with confusion. He let out another yell and threw his head back. His k-9s had begun to form and were jutting out of his mouth.

Dumbledore and an unknown woman can barging into the room to see and hear Remus scream. The woman gasped and clutched her stomach. None of the students noticed the two new people on the room- too flabbergasted by what was happening to their beloved professor. Hermione tried to run to Harry to stop him but someone grabbed her a pulled her back. She spun around to see Draco, with a handful of her robes, shaking his head. She gave him a pleading look but Draco just shook his head more and grabbed a hold of her arm. She nodded and stepped back to stand next to him once again.

Harry continued to step closer to his lover. When Remus let out another scream, which sounded more like a howl, Harry threw caution to the wind and ran to him, throwing his arms around him. Remus' arms instinctively went around the younger man.

"Remus, please, fight it. Don't let it take you completely," Harry pleaded.

Remus looked down at him with tear stricken eyes and began to lean down to him when he grabbed the sides of his head and pain; falling to his knees. His screams became that of full howls. Harry threw himself over Remus trying to help him up. Out of nowhere he stopped shaking and stood. He stared right at Harry, who nearly gasped what a thick band of silver came from the sides of Remus' head, above his ears, and connected at a point in the center of his forehead. He threw his head back and let out the most powerful howl anyone had ever heard. The whole class was in awe. They had heard stories of a werewolf's howl. How it could turn you def if you were close enough. But no one had ever heard it in person before. Sure being near the forbidden forest, you were hear one in the distance ever so often. But never like this.

Here was their Professor Lupin, in the middle of the day, turning. But he seemed to stop halfway. They watched his nails turn to claws, and his teeth elongate. His scars began to vanish and his skin paled. His eyes glowed with an unnatural force. The gray in his hair turned to a silvery blonde. Out of nowhere a second howl was heard from the class, but not from Remus. The woman with Dumbledore had gone through the same thing. But the howl seemed different, less powerful, almost submissive. A ring of howls filtered through the windows. It lasted for almost fifteen minutes, before anyone spoke.

Remus collapsed into his lovers arms (one one knew they were lovers yet) and began sobbing. Harry slowly lowered the both of them until the were kneeling on the floor.

"Professor Dumbledore, Sir. What happened?" Hermione asked, finally getting away form Draco's grasp. "And who it that?"

"Well, it seems the king is dead, and the Prince had been revealed. And this is the Princess."

"Princess of what?"

"The werewolves my dear, the.."

Dumbledore was cut off but a young man bursting into the room. He had obviously gone through a transformation as well. He also had a silver band around his head, as did the woman, only theirs didn't point at the middle. He looked at Remus on the floor, then to the woman.

"Sister, Father… he is.."

"Dead, yes I know."

"And thees is him?"

"Yes."

Harry, hearing people talking about Remus, stood and straightened himself out, trying to look menacing. If he wasn't trying to stand up to werewolves he may have succeeded, but seeing as he was…no dice.

"Who are you and WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HIM?!" he could barely control his anger.

"Be calm young one. Ve have done him no harm. He has nearly gone into an inheritance so to speak." His Russian accent was soothing in an odd way and Harry calmed down. "But to answer your uzer question, my name is Frey. And you must be Harry Pott'er. Pleazer to meet you. You ver not afraid of him, vy?"

"Be…because I know him."

"Ahh yes, good good. Oh and zis is my sister Lareyne. My much older sister. Now lets get a good look at Dietrich, shall ve?"

"Dietrich? His name is Remus."

"Ah, yes, to you, maybe. Ven he vas named Prince, he was given the name Dietrich." Frey kneeled down and began to help Remus up; Harry rushed to his other side. The silver band shinned brightly and Remus balanced himself on his feet.

"Zer, better? Good. My you are strapping aren't you? You've got yourself a good one here haven't you Harry?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Harry blushed and tried to hide his face in Remus' shoulder. Frey merely smirked and brushed the dust of Remus' robes. "Are you okay, Remus?"

"Yes, I think so. I'm just very confused."

"To clear up some ov your confusion, we should have a chat with Dumbledore. I hear he is very good at explaining things." Frey turned to the class and smiled. "Now class, to continue today's topic. Vere ver you, oh yeah, transformation. You just saw half ov one. And you also saw the crowning of a prince. And you heard the acknowledgement of his people. Zo not all are happy." a stunning smile. "Vell I'm sure you vill hear the rest eventually so we must be ov to explain to this poor lad here vat happened." he finished padding Remus on the shoulder.

Harry helped Frey carry Remus to Dumbledore's office. On the way out, the class could here Frey say to his sister "he looks good, the grey hair looked good on him, shame it had to go."

In the hall McGonagoll ran up to Dumbledore explaining that Ministry officials were here. Apparently the Werewolves around London had all begun to transform and howl for no reason, causing a ruckus in both worlds.

In an old house somewhere in Russian, Voldemort sat with a pleased grin on his face. A strapping young man at his side. A dead body at his feet.

"Your father didn't want to join me, and now he has paid the price."

"Yes, he, and his followers will pay vor zere stupidity."

"And to do that my dear, Kasimir, we must find the prince."

"I sink I know vere to look, my lord," He said with a snort.

Evil laughter was heard coming from the room they resided in, as the door opened and the body of the dead King Aronne was carried out.