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Marvolo's POV

Two months had past since Harrison ran off. He put out Death Eaters to search for Harrison. So far they all came back with nothing.

To make things worse his best healer was gone still. Marvolo thought that the journey would be short and Malcolm would return in a week or two. Now it was a matter of if the man would return. He still didn't know enough about what it meant for a wolf to go on a journey. There wasn't any written records of them or what they meant. His only information was from the two wolves that were followers.

With Malcolm still gone he sent word to Fenrir that he wanted to speak with the werewolf. The younger man was set to arrive sometime that afternoon. He hoped to gain some insight on wolves while the man was there.

He also called Severus just a moment prior. From what he learned Harrison was only close to the Potion's master. Every one else he either blatantly ignored or hated. Bellatrix was one he hated. Not that Marvolo could blame him. The woman abused him mentally and with magic. She would get what was coming to her in due time.

Marvolo was pulled from his thoughts as a knock sounded on his door. Coldly he ordered, "Enter."

The door opened allowing Severus Snape entry. The Potion's Master's dark eyes glanced around the room before landing on him.

Severus greeted bowing, "My Lord."

He waved the man over to the chair in front of his desk. Once he was settled Marvolo said, "Normally I wouldn't ask you this since it doesn't have to do with potions or dueling. However all of the inner circle says you were closest to him. Where is Harrison, Severus?"

Severus' onyx eyes widened then narrowed. It almost like he was debating with himself on whether or not he should answer. Marvolo would get it from the man whether or not he wanted to tell him.

It didn't seem it was necessary at least for the moment. Severus' timbre voice said, "I don't know where he is currently though I suspect he is following something. Just like his mother was at this time of her life."

He had almost forgotten that Severus knew Lillian when they were children. He knew her almost as well as Marvolo himself did. Despite his own tryings he was unable to uncover all of secrets. Secrets that now seemed to be haunting him from the grave. He still remembered the day that Malcolm told him she was dead.

His magic went out of control for the first time in years after that. He started doing risky missions because he no longer cared. It was the beginning of the end. It took him years to recover from the pain. Even to that day he didn't talk about his wife.

If Harrison was like how Lillian was at this age he wouldn't know. He didn't meet Lillian until she returned to the Wizarding World at 19. When she returned to their world they met at a Malfoy party. That was when he knew he wanted her. So he began to court her. For years he had known she was different but due to his work he was unable to look into it. It seemed that Severus knew however. How much was the question.

He ordered in a falsely calm tone, "Tell me."

Severus said his eyes glazing over in memory, "Lady Lillian wasn't exactly human my Lord. As you well know legends have some sense of truth to them. In this case the legend held more truth than most. Wolves do still walk amongst us just not the way most expect. They take human form and many have human parents. Like young Harrison. I have not seen his wolf form to confirm this. It is based on the same signs that I saw when I grew up with his mother. They are known as Spirit Wovles."

His son was a Spirit Wolf? Wouldn't that make Damien one as well? They were twins after all.

Then again Harrison seemed to receive the Riddle and Slytherin magics. While Damien received that of the Black DNA that ran through his mother. Thought Damien didn't seem to get either of their intelligence. If he had then he would've realized long ago that he wasn't the heir.

He asked carefully, "What does this mean for Harrison, Severus? Why would he leave so suddenly? Why run two weeks from his birthday?"

Severus said coming out of the memory that gripped him, "It's his journey. Depending on what his designation within the clan would be depends on how long it will take. It could be a few months to a few years. Typically a protector or guardian will take the journey with them acting as a second guide."

A second guide? What about the first? He somewhat knew of the guardian role. That was the role that Malcolm held. He also disappeared the same day as Harrison. A memory was knocked loose in his mind. One that out all the pieces together for him.

Flashback

A dirty blond haired man looking ragged stepped through. It was Malcolm Greengrass. Given that the night before had been the full moon he had not been expecting the man for a few more hours.

The night before just before the moon rose he jad talked to the healer. The things he had learned surprised him. Werewolves or lunar wolves as they preferred to be called weren't the only living breed of wolf left. Another lesser known wolf still walked among them.

Spirit wolves were out there hiding in plain sight. Many wizards had diluted spirit wolf genes in their blood. The difficulty was discerning which had it and which didn't.

Malcolm was the first Greengrass in three generations to have it. While he wasn't an heir he was a guardian. One chosen to look after the young ones.

Malcolm had been asked by a fellow spirit wolf to join him. While he couldn't say who asked him to he could say why. There was a clan heir in one of the families. Again he couldn't say who. Just that the heir would change things in both worlds. That he had to make it through his journey.

Journies. It almost made the dark Lord in him snort. What a ridiculous name. From what he understood it was just a small amount of travel during a wolf's inheritance. Not a big deal in itself.

Malcolm said scenting the room," My Lord. I am off."

Marvolo blinked in surprise. He was off? Didn't that mean the "pup" had left? Well then.

He nodded and said," My son has gone decided to go against my orders. Should you come across him in your travels alert me. I will be looking for him. Be safe in your travels Malcolm."

The man was an excellent healer. As much as he wanted to keep him at the manor. It just wasn't possible. The man had a duty to uphold and had served him well. As long as he kept in contact he had the right to go follow through on his promise. Though he would find out who this heir was when he returned.

Malcolm bowed and turned to leave. As if an afterthought the man said," Trying to control your son is like trying to control the moon. It is impossible my Lord. You will only increase his dislike for you and the family."

End of flashback

His son was the pup that Malcolm had spoken of. The very same pup that would change both the world of wolves and the world of magic. If Harrison was the pup then at least he knew Malcolm was with him. The older man may be a healer but he was also a skilled duelist. If it came down to it his son would be protected by the older wolf.

Marvolo however could not wait to declare his heir for a few years. He knew which of the twins would be his heir. He had always known since the first night he held them. All he did was wait to declare it so his enemies didn't go after them.

Another knock on his door drew his attention. He called out, "Enter."

A very pale looking Fenrir Greyback entered. Something was bothering the lunar wolf. Whatever it was it was important enough to affect him outwardly.

Fenrir said inclining his head, "My Lord I cannot stay long. All wolves that have gone on their journey are being called. The High Wolf Council has been called for a meeting. Clan heads and high members of the lunar packs are already making their way to the meeting ground."

Severus asked asked carefully, "This will be the first time in fifteen years a meeting has been called? Not since the fall of the Okami clan?"

Fenrir inquired his head cocking to the side, "How did you know? You're not a wolf."

Severus said with his masks back in place, "I was friends with a Spirit wolf. She was my first friend and died in that attack. That's how I know more than most. Like for a human to find paradise they must have a wolf. A wolf needs the scent of the lunar flowers. A flower that has been extinct for decades."

A snort came from the werewolf as he replied, "As long as there is a moon there will be lunar flowers. As long as there are flowers there will be wolves to chase them to find paradise."

Marvolo asked, "What do you mean, Fenrir?"

"It's an old saying amongst wolves. Though most of us have never seen a lunar flower we can smell them. Our hearts want to chase them but we hold ourselves back. The journey to find paradise is not an easy one. It is definitely not a journey one would make alone. By the time a pack forms they have an area to call their own. With that they won't want to leave it so they never continue on the search. I have to go now, my Lord. I'll send word as soon as I can."

He said dismissively to both men, "Go."

With that Fenrir was gone and he was once more lost to his thoughts. Both Severus and Fenrir gave him a lot to think about.

Remus' POV

Being the only wolf in the Order of the Phoenix was difficult some days. Times he had to explain feelings that only another wolf would understand. Sirius tried especially during the full moon. He tried to be the pack that Remus never had. Despite being a dog animagus it just wasn't the same.

It was three night before the full moon and he could feel it in his bones. He could feel something else. It was a pull and it was the first time he felt it in fifteen years. The High Wolf Council had been called.

Despite not being a Spirit Wolf he felt the pull. That meant wolves out of their journies whether in a clan or not were being called. They would all feel the call to go to the meeting ground. Whatever was about to happen it was important. Just like when they announced the destruction of the Okami clan.

A pang went through his chest at the thought. As a lunar wolf he was not part of any clan but he knew Lady Okami. She had gone to Hogwarts with him. Lillian Black was the heir of the Okami clan during their Hogwarts. She ran with him during the full moon before James and the others became animagi.

When she died he had been crushed and there was no word on her son. The new heir to the clan. Most assumed he died in the attack. However if that was true then the final seat of the High Wolf Council would be open. If that was the case they would have called this meeting years ago. To him that meant that the heir to the Okami clan was somewhere out there.

Based on this Albus promised to search for him. The old Headmaster knew how much his old friend meant to him. Lillian had also been a spy for them before her death. The older wizard always suspected that Voldemort had a hand in her death. There just wasn't any proof of it.

For now he would make his way to the meeting ground. It was time to see what was happening in the Spirit Wolf side of things.