A/N- Here's chapter 5. i hope a bit more is explained. I think it is. More will be explained in ch. 6 as well. so i hope you like  it. Tell me what you think. Enjoy!

Chapter 5- Scarlet O'hera

"Hermione, Draco, will you please join us in my office. I do believe that you need to know what is going on as well, so the student body can be properly informed," Dumbledore said before leaving the room.

The two did was they were told, and exited swiftly; Hermione paying no mind to a baffled Ron. Harry was already out in the hall, supporting Remus in his arms. He was worried beyond belief. The werewolf was shacking uncontrollably and his outwardly appearance continued to change. Once inside the headmaster's office, Harry seated Remus and stood next to him, placing his hand on the man's shoulder. Remus leaned into the touch; the warmth of it felt reassuring. The rest of the group slowly made their way in, taking seats in the chairs that were spread about the room. Hermione and Draco remained standing in the back. They didn't want to impose. Dumbledore sat behind his desk and motioned to Frey to begin his explanation.

"Alright, ver to begin, ey?"

"How about why this happened to him?" Harry snapped, becoming aggravated with Frey's nonchalant attitude.

"Are you trying to tell me that my parent's aren't my parents?" Remus asked with a shaking voice.

"Oh, no. Not zat at all. The magical people who you know as your parents are your birth parents. We are hear because of your vervolf Father."

"HOW can YOU just.."

"Please, young Harry, let me finish."

"Pfft." Harry crossed his arms.

"Ven our father began looking for an heir, all of this male children ver not capable of ruling. Voldemort was beginning to gain power, and was trying to infiltrate our verld. Many of our brothers believed in him and wanted to follow. Father did not. I vas not born yet, so I vas not an option. He spent three years trying to find the right young man. But vat he found vas just a boy. There is a reason you did not die the night you were attacked. He stayed vith you until your father found you, making sure you made it back alive. You had everything he vas looking for."

"I vas vith him. I also stayed behind after is was done to be sure you survived your first transformation. Ven I knew all vas vell I went back home, to report to father," Lareyne said, stepping forward. "The inheritance you vent through was to announce your presence to the verld. You are now our prince."

Remus sat there in silence. He had always thought he was lucky. Not being killed during a werewolf attack was rare. He always thought that his father had scared off whoever had attacked him. Harry's grip on his shoulder had tightened, and he was beginning to sway. Remus looked up to see that Harry's face was pale and had tiny beads of sweat on his brow. Without thinking twice, he pulled the young man onto his lap. Harry flopped down and let out a heavy sigh; not even noticing where he was now sitting. Hermione stood there in shock.

"Is there something going on with Potter and Professor Lupin?" Draco asked, leaning towards his fellow head student.

"I..I don't know."

"Remus, there is something else you need to know before you go and rest. Many born werewolves aren't going to be to happy about a made werewolf being the new ruler. There will be men that are going to challenge you. Be aware of this," Dumbledore warned, eyes twinkling.

"When will this happen?"

"As soon as you have your strength," Frey said in a soothing manner.

"I'm sure the rest can wait for tomorrow. Go get some rest, and make sure Harry here is okay. He looks a bit pale."

"Thank you headmaster."

Remus stood, Harry in his arms and maneuvered his way through the office, trying not to hit any of the chairs. Harry clutched to his robes, to tired to object to being carried. It feels nice anyway. Hermione and Draco stepped out of the way to let the two through.

"Remus, brother, ve vill be by to see you tomorrow to fill in the rest."

"Alright. But I must be off, Harry seems to have a bit of a fever." Remus turned and stepped through the door, disappearing down the stairs.

"Headmaster, what shall we tell the school?" Draco asked as the door closed.

Remus placed Harry on the bed and covered him with a blanket; placing a warm cloth on his

forehead and a heating charm on the bed. He wasn't going to send him to Madam Pomfrey, not if he could fix him himself. His sudden illness was worrying. During the walk back to his rooms Harry had broken out into a cold sweat; shivers racking his body. Remus paced his rooms trying to decipher what the problem could be. He worried that it had something to do with him. He stopped in front of the mirror that hung next to his wardrobe. Recognizing himself was nearly impossible. Worry lines gone, scars faded, grey hair gone- he was a different person entirely. Well, not entirely. What he saw in the mirror was a more regal version of his youth. The band of silver across his forehead was the ultimate sign of royalty. A king. A leader. A protector. He was none of those things. The one person he wanted to protect the most was lying in his bed, unconscious. Almighty protector, he was.

Harry shifted in bed and opened his eyes. He was Remus bending towards the mirror poking at himself. Stifling a giggle, he sat up and stretched. The fever hadn't broken yet, but he felt better. In Dumbledore's office, when he began to calm down, he felt insanely weak, like the power had be pulled out of him. He continued to watch Remus for about 5 minutes, spacing out and letting his mind wander. He didn't know what it was about the man, but something was driving him nuts. Something about the change had made the man even more enticing. He had always been strong and beautiful, but now he practically glowed. Harry's temperature began to rise. Playing it off as the fever he stretched out more to cool off. When Remus placed his hand on the wall for support, his shirt robe up just enough to expose how low he trousers really sat. His hip bone and the muscles above it were on full display. Harry had to suppress the urge to moan. When Remus shifted his feet to balance on the other leg, making his stomach muscles move, Harry no longer played his temperature off on the fever. One by one, he plucked the buttons of his shirt until his hung half open. The boy needed to get rid of some of the heat. Remus let out a small sigh, and Harry was undone.

"Remusss…" Harry purred as he ran his hand down his now naked chest. He spun around, surprised by the tone in the young mans voice.

"Harry? Are you alright?"

Harry nodded, and crawled on his hands and knees to the edge of the bed. Sitting up on his haunches he pulled Remus, by the collar, to him. He rubbed himself up Remus' body and nuzzled his face into his neck.

"I'm more than alright. Lay down with me?"

" I don't know, Harry. You should get your rest. You're burning up," Remus said, placing his hand to Harry's forehead.

The young man leaned into the touch and ran his hands down Remus' sides. He grabbed the hem of his shirt and in one swift movement, pulled if over his head. Harry pushed his body flush against Remus' and moaned. The skin to skin contact was amazing. He attached his mouth to his lover's neck and licked and nibbled to his hearts content.

"Harry, what are you doing? You're burning up," Remus practically panted out. He was having a hard time saying no to the boy. "You're not in the right mind, love. Your fever…"

"You're the fever." Harry bite on his ear and pulled the man on top of him. He wrapped his legs around his body and began to grind up into the werewolf on top of him. "Ohhh Remussss…..mmmmm….I neeeeed you…" He reached down and pulled off his own shirt. "Take me."

Remus groaned at Harry's words. He knew it was wrong. Harry was ill. But his over heated body felt to good pressed against his. And the way he was grinding his hips…over the moon. Harry's nimble hands worked their way down the two of them, and snaked into Remus' oversized trousers. The feel of a warm hand on his erection snapped him back to reality.

"Harry love.." He kissed him wetly on the mouth. "We can't do this now…"

"Why?" Harry choked. "I need you. Please…"

"You'll have me, I promise. But right now you need to get over this fever."

Harry pouted but complied. Remus helped him back under the covers, and tucked him in. After a passionate kiss, he turned off the light and began to leave the room.

"Love, where are you going?" Harry sounded almost frantic.

"I'm going to go get us something to eat, and a potion for your fever. I'll be back in a few."

Remus grabbed his shirt and went to find Frey.

Remus found his 'brother' in the greenhouse looking over some new plants that had just arrived from France. He was casually tracing the petals of the flowers as Remus approached him.

"Ah, Remus…vat can I do for you?"

"If you recall, Harry had a pretty nasty fever earlier today."

"Yes I remember," Frey said waving his hand. "I do believe that he was rather exhausted from your transformation."

"Wait, why would he be exhausted?"

"Whether he knew it or not, he was giving you his energy so you could heal faster. It's a common thing for a lover to do when a royal comes into their inheritance. Assuming you are lovers, of course."

"Right, well anyway. His fever was rather high, and when he awoke, he became this Scarlet O'Hera, seducing me and such. That isn't normal for him, usually he's timid. What's wrong with him, I have a feeling you know the answer."

At least Frey had the decency to look surprised. He hadn't said anything, because he only had a suspicion the two of them were more that friends. He didn't want to point fingers if it wasn't true. He didn't know how taboo it was for a teacher to be involved with a student in Britain.

"Ah, yes, I do know the answer to theese. I didn't say another earlier because I did not know how it would be taken. When you became our Prince, it's an automatic thing to need to produce an heir. You give off a pheromone of sorts. It lets all those who would be interested in having your heir that you are ready as well. It's like an aphrodisiac."

Remus looked aggravated.

"Well, that would have been nice to know. Harry nearly impaled himself on me."

"I apologize. I did not know if you two were lovers."

"It's alright. Is there anyway I can fix this then?"

"There is a potion for it. It will take care of his fever too. In reality, the fever is a side affect from the pheromone."

"Well, I guess he was serious when he said I was the fever."

"How poetic."

"Harry… Harry, love, wake up."

Harry slowly opened his eyes to see Remus sitting on the bed next to him smiling. He automatically scooted closer to Remus and began to snuggle into his warmth. Remus sat him up and placed a vial into his hands.

"Here love, take this. It'll make the fever go away." Harry uncapped it and downed it in one gulp. His eyes screwed shut, then he relaxed.

With a heavy sigh he leaned back against the head bored; a small smile playing on his lips. Remus leaned in a kissed him gently, causing the boy to smile more. A look horror crossed Harry's face and his eyes shot open.

"Oh my god, Remus. I'm sooo sorry. I don't know what I was thinking…." Remus cut him off with another kiss.

"It's okay. I'll explain it to you after we eat. And it's not that I didn't like it. I would just prefer you to be like that when you're not 300 degrees," Remus finished with a smirk. Harry smack in playfully on the arm and pouted. "What?"

"You turned me down."

"Oh please, you and I both know that if you hadn't be to the point of melting you would have had your way."

"Oh really…." Harry put a sly smile and his face a slowly moved into Remus' lap. "Well then…now that I know," He wrapped his legs around his lover's waist and pressed them together. Remus embraced Harry and pulled him closer. The brunette sucked on his neck until a moan escaped his throat then stopped. "I am rather hungry. Didn't you say that you were going to get food?"

"Why you little…" Harry jumped off of his lap and skipped into the living room. "I suppose I deserve that."

"Yeah, should have taken it when you had the chance. But don't worry, I'm sure you'll get that chance again."