Spoilers: PoA (not acounting HBP)

Disclaimer: The characters and the Harry Potter enterprise belongs to JK Rowling and all of her affiliates. No trademark infringement is intended.

Author's Notes: Last Chapter! A slight referance from HBP is in this chapter (it was the only one written after.)Enjoy!

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Richard was startled out of his reading with a slight tugging on his leg. He looked down to see his only son, trying to get his attention. Sighing slightly, he put down his book. He wanted to say that Remus was being babied, but remembered the many books he had read, and recited in his head, "Young children demand attention, and it is vital that it is given to them." He lifted his son onto the couch next to him.

"Daddy, do you love me?" the little boy asked innocently.

"Of course I do." I know that trick, and not just from being a psychiatrist. I wonder what he could have done wrong…

"Daddy, I…"

Remus didn't seem willing to keep talking, so Richard urged him gently. "What is it, Remus?"

"I'm a… werewolf."

Richard frowned. "That's not very funny, son."

"It's true!" Remus exclaimed, agitated.

"Of course it's not; nobody turns into a werewolf by the full moon!" Richard answered, annoyed.

"But—"

"If you insist on lying, than go upstairs to your room," Richard commanded.

"But—"

"Upstairs!"

Remus stomped upstairs, and Casey walked quietly into the room. "Richard, you really have to be more careful with what you say."

"And just why is that? It's just a phase of young children, considering that he's too young to be a lycanthrope and truly believe that he's a werewolf."

"Phase of the moon more like," Casey muttered. "For me, that's not all that lycanthrope can mean."

"What?" asked Richard slowly and disbelievingly.

"There are werewolves."

"So, that means…"

"Remus was likely bitten the first time he went out. The second time he probably figured it out. It's just a stroke of luck that he was in the forest on the second full moon; he could have turned or killed a lot of kids."

"Oh sh— I didn't know that. I'm going to have to apologize to him…"

"I'll go and talk to him, to make sure." She put her head in her hands; then suddenly looked up. "When's the next full moon?"

Richard walked over to the calendar, and quickly paled. He turned slowly to his wife, and in a dead whisper, said, "Today."

Casey jumped up. "I really have to talk to him!" She ran up the stairs, stopped at her son's closed door, and knocked softly. From inside, there was a muffled, "Go away!"

"Remus, I have to talk to you." After getting no response, she said, "I believe you." After still not getting any response, Casey pulled out her wand, and said, "Alohamora!" The door swung open, and she entered her son's room.

"Hey!" Remus protested from his bed.

"It's magic!" She moved to sit by her son. "I have a few important questions for you. Can you answer them?" Remus nodded, so she continued, "The first night you went into the forest, was there a full moon?"

"Yes," Remus answered without hesitation.

"That night, did you get injured in any way?" Remus hesitated, but showed his mother the wound he had gotten, and she inspected it carefully. "Looks like a bite… Have you felt tired lately?"

"Yea! I wondered why…"

"Well sweetheart, today's a full moon…"

"So you believe me?"

"Of course I do! But you can't blame Daddy for not believing you, he doesn't know about werewolves."

"Does he know now?" Casey nodded, so Remus said, "Good."

That night, Remus was locked in a cage in the basement that his mother had conjured, for the first conscious transformation of the many that he would soon make. Casey and Richard watched their son's second transformation at a distance, so they couldn't be seen. After watching the angry wolf for a short time, they left to get some sleep. Richard decided that he would really have to apologize to his son the next morning.

Father and son reconciled, and learned to talk more, which eventually led to better understanding of each other. Casey taught them both about werewolves, as well as the basics of magic. After the summer ended, Remus went back to school and excelled, despite a regular pattern of absences. They remained happy, especially when Remus got into Hogwarts, despite a furry little problem.

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