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Warnings: see the first chapter.

This is going to be a little different from my other twins' stories. James and Lily Potter are not evil here.

James's POV

Seven-year-old Harrison sat out in the grass with his face upturned into the wind. In the last few years, James had noticed the boy's fascination with the outdoors.

James knew it was likely from the skinwalker genes. The wolves weren't creatures to be cooped up inside. Remus was the notable exception to this rule. That also came from the fact that Remus didnt accept his wolf.

James wasnt worried about his younger son becoming a skinwalker. In spite of himself, he became attached to the boy. The night his family was attacked by Voldemort Alex was named the Boy Who Lived. For the first time, someone had survived the killing curse.

This didnt mean they treated Harrison any differently. If they did and the Donners found out they would never forgive them. Though if Albus had his way then they would have sent Harrison to Petunia, Lily's sister.

Having only met the woman a handful of times he didnt want either of his sons anywhere near her. She was a hateful spiteful woman who disliked even the word magic. This stemmed from her jealousy of Lily. Her husband was no better and their child would be nothing more than a bully.

According to Albus, his reasoning was that as the youngest Harrison should not grow up in his brother's shadow. James and Lily had agreed mutually not to tell the old man the truth. That Harrison was not biologically their son.

Instead, they kept up the charade with everyone. Including Remus and Sirius. As much as they trusted the other two they would not risk someone finding out the truth of his heritage. Skinwalkers were supposed to be extinct. If someone of importance found out this was not the case; the war between wizards and skinwalkers would break out once again.

James felt the wards alert him that they had a visitor. It wasnt someone he recognized nor did the wards warn him that the person meant to harm.

To his surprise, Harrison's head had turned in the direction of the front door. His green eyes staring off at something only he could see.

James turned and went towards his front door. He opened the door to find a black-haired man with grey eyes.

The man wore a black button-down shirt with grey trousers. On top of his regular clothes was a navy blue robe. There was a kind of bird crest that he didnt recognize on the shoulder. It was shrouded in gold.

The man held out his hand as he greeted, "Lord Potter, I am Jack Durant of the Nightingale Academy of Magic."

James took the hand that was in front of him and gave it a firm shake. He might not like all the pureblood niceties but he would still follow them. Otherwise, he might upset someone he couldn't afford to upset.

He greeted in return, "Mr. Durant it's a pleasure. How may I be of service to you?"

A soft voice of his second son said from behind him, "You smell like Uncle Mooney."

"Uncle Mooney huh? You must be young Harrison," replied Durant.

Smell? Harrison could scent those around him? If they were lucky then it was just recessive.

Still, the way Durant looked the man knew more about Harrison than even those closest to the family. Harrison's green eyes shone with untold curiosity about the man.

It was what made James invite the man inside. They sat at the kitchen table and a few minutes later Lily joined them. Alex was with Sirius for the afternoon. Harrison had been running a fever earlier in the morning but it was gone now.

Durant began once they were all settled, "I apologize for barging in on you but it was imperative that I speak with the family. I know what young Harrison is. That he is neither human nor wolf. That he is not biologically your son."

How did he know? It only took half a second for his son's words to come back to him. This man smelled like Mooney. That meant he was a werewolf able to scent Harrison back.

They had been careful so that Mooney wouldn't be able to discern that Harrison's scent was not similar to James's. All their carefulness had not been enough it seemed.

Durant continued in a low tenor, "I have not come to ruin your family. In fact, I've come to help protect it. You see as he is a young skinwalker child growing up with humans will tone down his natural instincts. When the time comes for him to change for the first time it will kill him. He needs to grow up in a place meant for outcasts of their own kind."

Lily questioned her face showing her pain, "How? His parents thought because of how sickly he was that he wouldn't get the gene."

Durant answered honestly, "That I'm not sure of. It could have been the wards around his town that was making him ill. It could also be innumerable things. Though it seems to have done him a world of good staying with you. He no longer looks ill."

It was true. With the aid of potions healthy diet Harrison had improved greatly. He still got ill occasionally but he didnt look like death anymore.

Durant continued as a house-elf brought them tea, "As it stands right now Harrison's magic is going to run rampant before he ever reaches Hogwarts age. This is what happens to all born creatures. Not the ones who are bit and turned. But those who are born with the qualities. It is why Wolf Lake communities are so secretive. Why most wizards consider born creatures to be extinct. They are taught at a much younger age than regular wizards. We have a feral kind of magic. Every born creature has it and it grows with their regular magic. If left untamed it will destroy the young creature's mind."

James asked his hands tightening into fists under the table, "How can help this? He has to learn but neither Lily or I have any creature blood in us."

"That's where Nightingale Academy comes in. I was born a werewolf rather than bitten. You see France has more lax laws than Britain when it comes to creatures. They allow me to run the school as long as no creature hurts a wizard except in self-defense. Two decades ago we got approval for regular witches and wizards to join our student body. We have no more than 1000 students at a time. Students range from 6-18 in terms of age. Like Hogwarts, we are broken up into four houses. The Houses are Lupus, Styx, Ouroboros, and Leo. Unlike Hogwarts however, we are a year-round school. If Harrison comes to Nightingale you won't see him except during a week break in Yule."

They had promised to protect Harrison and if they were going to keep their promise this was there best bet. Alone they couldn't help with feral magic. Remus was a werewolf but he was not born one. So he would be unable to help.

Looking to Lily he realized she was thinking the same. To protect Harrison he would have to go to this school. Even if he never showed signs of being a skinwalker he still had this magic.

Their only other option would be to tell Albus. That would mean having to tell him everything. James was sure that would be a disaster.

There was a tug on his robes and he looked down to find Harrison staring up at him. His son said, "I want to go, Dad. I want to learn."

James's face softened. Well if he wanted to go then he would go. This child was far too intelligent for his age. It was likely something that came from being part skinwalker.

James began as he turned back to the Headmaster, "I want a contract written up before we even consider sending him. I also want a list of courses you offer."

Durant's easygoing countenance faded. It became as feral as a werewolf on the night of the full moon as he said, "It will be done."