The First Moon at Tom's Place

By the next day, however, Hermione's resolve had started to waver, "There are no potion ingredients in this house!"

"Calm down 'Mione, we'll go to Diagon Alley to pick up what we need."

"Yeah, Dad'll probably come with us, I'll go ask him," Harry said, walking out the door.

"Sure Harry, I'll bring you," came Remus's answer.

The group of five walked out into the street where Remus signaled for the Knight Bus by raising his wand. With a loud BANG it arrived. The five boarded the bus.

"'Ello 'Arry! Where to?" The doorman asked.

"Five for Diagon Alley, Stan," Harry answered, giving him a handful of silver

"Righto."

The five people sat down on the mismatched chairs, getting into a position that would (hopefully) keep them from flying.

The ride on the Knight Bus was uneventful, so uneventful it was almost boring. It would have been boring if it was a regular bus that they rode on, but, of course, riding on a magical, bouncing, triple-decker, purple bus you were never bored, you were scared for your life.

The group that got off at the Leaky Cauldron was considerately more shaken than the one that had left Grimmauld Place.

"Professor Lupin! Would you like a drink?"

"No thank you, Tom, I'm afraid I've given up alcohol for the moment."

"Yes sir, but if you want something later, just ask."

"I will Tom."

Remus lead the four teens through the barrier, entering the sights and sounds of Diagon Alley. Where he was abandoned by everyone except Harry, Hermione to buy potion ingredients, and Ron and Ginny to the twin's shop.

"Well, Kiddo, I think that was a hint."

"Yes, we are officially bore people worse than Hermione."

"And I was just getting past the "Professor Persona" too."

"Oh well, what were you saying about books?"

"I need something to read, half the books that the Blacks owned are about how to train a werewolf, not my taste in reading."

"You can train…?"

"Yes but it is pretty painful."

"Oh. I was wondering, why don't you get someone to body-bind you when you transform?"

"I'm surprised you didn't know why. Do you know how many wizards it takes to use magic on a dragon?"

Harry nodded.

"It takes twice that many to use it on a transforming werewolf."

"Whoa!"

"No kidding."

The entered Florish and Blotts, wandering aimlessly, looking through books that seemed interesting, the world was at peace.

Or so they thought.

Harry would look back at this years later, not really recalling what happened. What Remus told him, he understood, but it was still hazy.

Harry was looking at a strange book he had found, obviously shelved incorrectly. A book with no visible title, so thin that he had to look twice to see it. Harry picked it up, wondering what it was about.

Instantly he felt the familiar tug behind his navel that came with traveling by portkey. Harry felt the ground slam into him, harder than ever. Before he fell over, he was bound and gagged, roughly, by two wizards in long robes, wearing masks, definitely Death Eaters, probably Crabbe and Goyle, looking at their shapes.

"Ah, Harry Potter, good to see you again," came the all-to-familiar voice of Voldemort.

Harry stared him in the red slits that he called eyes, sure that he would stare him down. Of course, Harry did force Voldemort to look away first.

"I am going to give you one more chance to join my ranks as a Death Eater. What do you say? Remove his gag!"

Crabbe removed Harry's gag with difficulty, nearly losing several fingers in the process.

"What is your answer?"

"Why ask me again, Tom? You know my answer. I think you are afraid to fight me. You are afraid of me, I see it in your eyes. My answer is forever, NO."

"Fine, you will die."

Voldemort turned to face the Death Eaters, "Severus? Bring me your Veritaserium."

"You!" Harry spat out as Snape approached him, "Dumbledore never should have trusted you! You…you…Death Eater!"

"Yes, Potter, me. Of course the old fool trusted me, pretended to feed him information, all of it worthless!"

"You are lower than him," Harry said venomously.

"Here you are, lord."

"Thank you, Severus. Now Harry, are you going to take this potion or do I have to make you take it?"

In answer, Harry closed his mouth.

"Fine then, Imperio!"

Harry felt the familiar dreamy feeling he had encountered in his fourth year, cast by Voldemort's top supporter in fact.

He heard a far off sounding command, "Open your mouth."

No

"Open it now."

No

"Open your mouth!"

"NO!" Harry screamed, fully throwing off the curse.

Voldemort blinked in surprise, "Where did you learn to do that, Harry?" he said quietly.

"From your top supporter, remember? Crouch?"

Voldemort was obviously surprised at that piece of information.

"Didn't tell you, huh?"

"It doesn't matter. If you don't take it I'll make you."

"Whatever," Harry looked up at Voldemort's obvious surprise, "Still can't believe I would dare talk to the great and powerful Dark Lord like that, can you?"

In answer, Voldemort cast another curse, "Crucio!"

Harry refused to scream, until he realized the ringing in his ears was his screams of pain.

Voldemort dumped the potion into Harry's open mouth.

"What is your full name?"

"Harry James Potter."

"Now then, where is the headquarters to The Order of the Phoenix?"

"No idea," Harry lied. Snape's eyes opened in shock, Harry was fighting the most powerful Veritaserium he could brew.

"Why is that?"

"I have a connection with you in my head, I doubt the Headmaster would trust me with that information," Harry found it hard to believe it was so easy to lie.

"What are the current whereabouts of Sirius Black?"

"I wish I knew, I'd be there right now.

"Who would you miss the most if I killed them?"

"Sirius Black, but then he's dead so you're out of people to kill."

"What about your father?"

"He's dead."

"Don't give me that, your father is that trash of a werewolf."

"I wish."

"What does the prophecy say?

"The one with the power to vanquish the dark lord approaches…born to thosewho have thrice defied him, born as the seven mounth dies…and the Dark lord will mark him as his equal, and shall fail to defeat him in the final battle…the one to vanquish the dark lord is born as the seventh mounth dies," Harry made up, hoping it was convincing.

"Fine, I'll just defeat you now, if you aren't there to fight in the final battle then I won't lose to you. The mind is an open book to the Dark Lord, if you relive your worst memories, perhaps you will fall sooner, Legilimens!"

Voldemort had barely said the words before he was forced out of Harry's mind.

Again surprised at Harry's talents, he asked, "How did you do that?"

Harry muttered something indistinguishable.

"What did you say?"

"I practice Occlumency and you can't read my mind."

"Not a problem, Severus?"

"Yes, Milord?"

"Bring me the new potion."

"Yes, Milord."

Snape brought another vile, a midnight blue one, "You'll take this, if you know what's good for you, Potter."

"I'd rather choke."

"That can be arranged."

"Not by your cowardly hands."

"Maybe not, Potter, but I'll rejoice when you are as lifeless as the stones we walk on."

"Enough talk! Take the potion, Potter!"

"Only because I've had to live these memories a thousand times because of you, once more won't matter."

Harry drank the potion, and nothing happened. He feigned torture for a while, then pretended to faint.

"Take him to the dungeons!"

Harry felt himself being levitated off the floor and down a hallway. The Death Eaters threw him into the dungeons and he knew no more.

This happened again, every sundown, for eleven days, in fact everyday up until the full moon. Harry had tried to plan what would happen after he transformed, but if listening to Remus had taught him anything, he taught him there will be a lot of pain and minimal control.

At exactly the correct time the Death Eaters arrived and dragged him down the halls and up the stairs, to where Voldemort waited.

Tonight would be different, he was leaving, he hoped Remus would be there, he hoped Remus could control him as the alpha werewolf, he hoped a lot of things, but he mostly hoped that the Order would find him before Voldemort did. He doubted he would last long if Voldemort knew he couldn't be mentally manipulated, if he knew what Harry could do to him in battle.

"Harry! Glad you could join us."

"I'm not in the mood, Tom, let's get on with it."

Suddenly Harry felt his transformation beginning, all his bones lengthened, he grew taller, he was aware of his surroundings, which surprised him, he could control what was happening to him! That, of course, was a surprise, but it didn't last long, he began to have to fight Moony Jr.(as he had dubbed him) for control of his body. Before Moony Jr. could control Harry completely, he took off heading for, what he hoped to be, an exit. Harry tore down a door and scattered the guards outside, emerging in moonlight. He was shocked to find that he enjoyed this sense of freedom that came with being a werewolf, freedom to do as he wished. He immediately headed for Grimmauld Place, sensing its direction, hoping he would be found before sunrise.

Harry continued running all night, always moving forward. Until he was stopped by the Order.

"Harry?" Tonks slowly walked up to him, watching him apprehensively.

Harry bounded for ward and licked her hand, nearly causing her to faint.

He bounded to everyone there, Mr. Weasley, Bill, everyone.

"C'mon, Harry, let's go," Bill pat the top of his head, causing Harry to growl.

Harry allowed himself to be Apparated to number twelve Grimmauld Place, where he was literally gushed over by Hermione and Ginny and was thrown jealous looks at, by Ron.

After Midnight Mrs. Weasley made them all go to bed, except for Harry who was sent down into the basement, with a change of clothes, to be with Moony.

Knowing what the older werewolf could do to him if he chose to, Harry rolled on to his back, a clear sign of submission, and awaited Moony's judgment.

Moony eyed the newer werewolf with suspicion and what appeared to be…amusement? Yes, Moony was clearly amused at Harry.

Moony gave a strange bark, and Harry, not yet understanding werewolf, whined and tried to seem smaller than he really was, no small task. Moony barked again, and, again, Harry tried to seem small.

Moony butted his head against Harry, causing him to jump up with a little confidence, albeit a small amount.

Harry got ready to sleep, soon followed by Moony, who, in fact, stayed awake a little longer with his thoughts.

Harry awoke to Remus calling him from the top of the stairs, "Harry, if you don't get up here quick, then Sirius and Ron will eat your breakfast, between them."

"The Hell they will," Harry muttered as he got dressed, hurrying to speak with Remus.

"Dad? Can I ask you something?" Harry asked after eating a large breakfast. (FYI: it's hard to live on air and no food).

"Just did."

"Very funny."

"What is your question?"

"Do you know how come I didn't need the potion to behave?"

Remus shook his head, "What was your first transformation like?"

Harry found it hard to explain, "You know the pain of your bones changing? Well I felt that, but it didn't last as long as I thought it was going to. Then I had full control for a few seconds, that's when Moony Jr. tried to take over, only it's like he didn't fight very hard, like we became the same being."

Remus looked thoughtful for a moment, "Congratulations, Harry, you have done what few werewolves can, you confronted your inner wolf and you began to work as one, pulling together, instead of two, pulling apart."

"Now your getting a little philosophical on me, Dad."

"Just be happy you don't require that nasty potion."

"I will, don't worry."

"You are very obnoxious."

"Of course I'm obnoxious, I'm your son."

"You're also impudent."

"Wow."

"What?"

"I didn't know people actually used the word 'impudent', I thought it was something you read."

"Ha."

"Okay Dad, I'll see you later," Harry began walking to the door.

"Harry?"

Harry turned to face Remus, "Yes?"

"Be careful."

"I will," Harry walked out of the room. Maybe Mrs. Weasley has some more food.