A/N: Damn, sorry about not updating for so long. Life through me a few curve balls but I've got it all sorted out now. Anyway, thanks to all my reviewers. Sorry this is so short but I got writters block not long after starting this chapter and am working on like 50 billion other plot bunnies.

Sirius ran his hand through his ebony hair while heaving a sigh. The rubber band around his wrist snagged one of his raven locks. In a fit of irritation the dark werewolf grabbed the band and gave it a sharp tug. The elastic gave out instantly under the teen's unnatural strength. Sirius glared at the length of rubber as if it were the cause for all his problems. The twelve-year old tossed the rubber band behind him and continued on his homework. Internally Padfoot was restless, constantly trying the barriers of his mental prison.

Sirius went into the 2nd year Gryffindor boy's bathroom and looked in the mirror. Instead of his reflection he was staring into the silver eyes of Padfoot.

"I can't let you out right now. The full moon is soon so you can play then." Sirius said softly to his reflection.

"Out. Now!" Padfoot demanded. The wolf in the mirror swiped at Sirius with a large paw. Welts appeared on his face. Stunned and more than a little scared Sirius thought it best if he told Professor Dumbledore about this new development.

"It appears that Padfoot is gaining power. I believe that because you were bitten by more than one wolf, your own has certain powers over your mind and body. I will speak with Madam Ganush about this, in the mean time try to keep an eye on him." Professor Dumbledore said wisely. Sirius nodded and retreated from the headmaster's quarters.

"Where've you been?" James asked as Sirius walked into the dorm.

"I was talking to Dumbledore." Sirius replied. "Padfoot is getting stronger."

"That's bad, right?" Peter asked. Neither wolf nor boy liked Peter very much. On his bad days, usually near the moon, Sirius/Padfoot would have a go at the mousy boy.

"No Peter, that's good. Of course it's bad you twit." Sirius snapped.

"Sirius, be nice." Remus reprimanded gently. Sirius snorted and changed into his pajamas. Before lying down, Sirius circled on his hands and knees a few times then flopped down in a ball. James rolled his eyes heaven words and shook his head in amusement at the distinctly dog-like behaviour.

A set of black haired boys was playing by the woods at their aunt's estate. They were obviously related. The eldest was about 6 and the younger was around 4. Something in the woods caught the attention of the older boy. Suddenly a pack of monstrous wolves leapt out of the trees.

"Run, Reggie, Run!" The younger boy, Regulus, or Reggie as his brother called him, took off towards the house. Sirius, the elder, ran in another direction, keeping the wolves attention on him. After running for a few minutes Sirius turned towards the house. At the exact moment the wolves attacked him. The 6 wolves viciously attacked each other and the boy, each wanting the right to kill the boy. Unexpectedly the 6 wolves dropped to the ground. A man was running out of the shadows, wand drawn, to the boy. The man was obviously his father.

Sirius sat ramrod strait in his bed, a cold sweat soaking his sheets. In the back of his mind Padfoot whimpered softly. The wolf didn't like that dream and neither did the boy. Shakily Sirius looked around, a low, distressed whine rose in his throat. He felt Padfoot's trembling through his body, mixing with his own shaking, causing him to shake so hard that his mattress shook as well.

Remus sat up sleepily, unease coursed through his veins. Sleep was wiped from his mind when the low whine emitted from his Sire reached his ears. Remus turned his amber gaze to Sirius and his unease turned to anxiety. It was not the visible shaking, low whine, or near tangible fear that caused Remus to agitated. It was the storm gray matched with incandescent silver. Something had caused Sirius and Padfoot to become afraid. Slowly Remus walked to Sirius's side.

The shaking lessoned as Padfoot felt the presence of his wolfish Childe and Sirius felt his friend by his side.

The silver of Sirius's left eye faded and bled to gray as Padfoot retreated. The whine died down and the terror settled down to shock. Remus reached out slowly and laid his hand gently on Sirius's shoulder.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Nothing. Just a dream." Sirius gave Remus a small grin.

"Are you sure? You looked pretty freaked." Remus looked into Sirius's eyes. He thought he could see the wolf lurking behind, watching him.

"I'm fine." Sirius said with a little more force than necessary.

"If your sure." Remus let his hand drop from the other male's shoulder and he backed up some before sitting on the edge of the bed. Sirius could tell the smaller wolf had something on his mind and waited calmly.

"If you don't me asking, how were you turned?" He asked quietly.

"I'm sorry, Childe, that is tale you're not ready for yet." Sirius said apologetically. Remus sighed lightly. Sirius reached out and ruffled Remus's hair playfully. "Go to bed Remus." Remus glared at Sirius, smoothed his hair and stood up. Pretending to be offended he turned his nose up and stocked to his bed. He managed to make it to his bed before a grin crept onto his face.

"Night Sirius." He called.

"G'night Remus." Sirius replied sleepily.