A/N: Here's the latest chapter of this work. I hope that you enjoy it :) Chapters will get longer as the plot thickens; I promise.
Disclaimer: I do not won Harry Potter.
Remus was worried and scared of the approaching full moon, like he always was and would be, until his later years. Dumbledore had allowed him express permission to use the Floo network in his office to go home for the full moon, as he parents had dealt with it before and knew what to do during those hours where all three of them weren't human. It was pouring it down with rain in Wales, thankfully Remus managed to get into their fireplace without any problems.
Fern helped him out of the fireplace with a hug afterwards, greeting him happily, "Hello Remus, dear. Did you settle in alright?" Remus nodded and shyly told her, "Hi tree-lady. I… I have something to tell you." Fern smiled softly, "I should think you have a great deal to tell us, cub. Come on, we have two hours until moonrise. Oliver's making some hot chocolate in the kitchen. We can talk." Remus nodded and followed her quietly. Once at the table with hot chocolate in hand, he took and sip and told them, "I have reason to believe that I'm attracted to males." Fern smiled warmly and stroked his hair, "Tell us about him, Rem." Remus smiled softly and nodded, beginning to tell them both everything about his four new dormmates, including Sirius. He explained how he had made fast friends with the other three boys, which Fern and Oliver were delighted about. Oliver put a hand on his shoulder and told him, "It's time we get to the shed, lad. I think this young man of yours could possibly be your mate. I'll explain more of that in the morning or when we change if you so wish." The small pack of three could communicate telepathically, but it wasn't proper English like they would normally speak, in fact, it was mostly Welsh – Remus having picked up a love for the language and learned it form his adoptive mother and Oliver having learned it early in he and Fern's relationship. He explained exactly how he and Sirius met and what he looked like, down to his long, elegant fingers. Oliver had yipped happily and had informed him that it was highly likely that his long haired friend was his mate. Werewolves mate for life, you see. When Oliver had found that Fern was his mate; he had been ready to live life with the knowledge that his mate couldn't be found, as no one he had met had made his mating mark, in the shape of a fern tree, light up in a silvery sheen, at least not until he met and started dating Fern. Remus was delighted at this news but was perplexed at the concept of having a predestined soul mate, so to speak. He made the point that he didn't have a mate mark, to his knowledge. Fern had told him that she would check him over when they transformed back in the morning. As usual, they playfully fought with each other and slept in a huge, disorganised pile of fur, paws, and snores. When they awoke in the morning to Fern's alarm, she saw to her husband first, making sure that he was clothed and his injuries seen to, before going to her son and checking him for injuries. She smiled warmly to herself when she spotted the outline of a black wolfhound running towards the moon on his left ankle. Remus groggily woke and whined a little, wanting to stay warm and asleep. She chuckled and nuzzled him gently, "It's time for breakfast, fy mab." Remus nodded and asked her, "Did you find my mate mark?" She smiled warmly and showed him the pattern on his ankle. He blushed darkly and told her, "Sirius' name is the dog constellation, well apart from canis major and minor, but you understand what I mean, right, Ferny?" She patted his cheek gently, "Indeed I do, young one. This charming friend of yours is likely your mate. I hope the best for you two, really I do, cub." Remus smiled gratefully at her, stiff and exhausted from his bones reorganising themselves. Oliver came back with a simple breakfast so he wouldn't exert himself, also exhausted from the transformation they had been through together. He softly told Remus, "We need to get you back to Hogwarts soon, Rem. The headmaster's rules were clear that you could stay here until noon, avoiding your classes until then. When you get back to Hogwarts, he'll give you a letter to show your professors, also sending them copies of it beforehand. You have time for an hour's nap if you'd like? I'll have Moonrise waiting for you when you wake, cub." He affectionately ruffled his hair. Remus smiled at his adoptive father and nodded, "Thank you." he quietly lay down on the couch and curled up, sleeping for about thirty minutes before waking up to find his adoptive mother laying by his side but awake. She nuzzled him gently in return and softly spoke, "Could you sleep no more, fy mab?" He shook his head, "I'm awake now. I should probably be getting back..." he looked to his feet. Oliver handed him a tumbler of Moonrise potion, invented by a close friend of his from Hogwarts, who knew that what he and his son were, but was kind enough not to say anything to the public about it. Remus took it and shuddered at the unpleasant taste, smiling a bit when Oliver handed him a square or two of chocolate. He smiled, "Thank you." Oliver chuckled a bit and gently ruffled his hair, "No worries, Rem. Now, let's get you back, shall we?" He turned to his mate and asked, "Are you coming, my forever?" Fern smiled warmly at him, "Of course, fy cariad. Our son needs to go back to school." Fern nodded and took Remus' hand, taking Oliver's in her free hand while the older werewolf walked with them through the fireplace back to Dumbledore's office.
They hugged Remus before he walked out of the fireplace and greeted Dumbledore quietly, "Hello, sir." The headmaster smiled kindly at him and offered him a seat, "Please sit, dear boy. Lemon drop?" Remus sat down but shook his head, "No thank you." The headmaster nodded understandingly before telling him, handing him the parchment with a soft look, "This is what you show your teacher's. The day after the full moon, you will go to your dormitory and sleep. Your professors will allow you to catch up on work. If your dorm mates ask, you were home-schooled and the work is tedious on you, or you've come down with a cold. Do you understand?" Remus replied quietly, "Yes sir, I understand. Thank you." Dumbledore nodded before shaking his head fondly, "Go on then, off you go." Remus got up, slipping the parchment into his cardigan pocket, he'd picked it up before leaving his home, it was the thickest, warmest one that he owned. He walked back to his dorm and almost fell into his bed, closing the curtains before doing so and curling up on the bed to sleep. He was awoken from his peaceful slumber by the sounds of voices. "He wasn't at classes all day and I haven't seen him since breakfast. Do you think he's okay?" he heard, groggily realising that it was Sirius talking. A short laugh could be heard before James Potter replied in a fondly testing tone, "I'm sure he's fine, mate. Honestly, poor bugger will think that you fancy him or something." Sirius laughed nervously, trying his hardest to make it not seem nervous before nodding, "Right. So… should we wake him for dinner?" James nodded, "Would be cruel and not make sense to keep the poor git hungry, Sirius. D'you want to wake him while I lock my trunk?" Sirius playfully shoved him, "Don't want someone to find out that you've been writing in your journal about Evans, eh? Yeah, I'll go wake him." Sirius walked over to Remus' bed curtains, opening them, and slipping inside. He smiled softly upon seeing the shorter boy curled around himself and gently spoke, "Rem, it's almost time for dinner, we have to go." Remus opened one of his amber eyes and smiled almost instantly at seeing who was sitting beside him on his bed. He yawned and stretched, thickening his voice, "I'm sick, so maybe, keep your distance? I don't know if it's contagious and I don't want you getting sick." Sirius chuckled, running a hand through his chin length hair, "You look it, Rem. Hope it's not too bad. C'mon, I can hear the roast beef in the Great Hall calling me." Remus snickered and got up, pausing when he moved to put his robes back on, as he'd changed into his pyjamas. He was too tired to move and didn't bother to change, so he just said, "I can't go. I'm too tired and kind of scared I'll spread it." James moved a bit of the curtain, having heard everything that was said, "We'll bring you back something then, Remy. Can't have you going hungry just 'cos you're sick. Come on, Sirius!" he walked to the door. Sirius took Remus' hand and squeezed it, whispering, "I'll bring you back something soft and chocolate." Remus smiled at him like he was the sun, "Thanks." Sirius winked playfully at him, causing Remus to blush, thankful that he was out of sight by now.
They came back soon with a bowl of beef stew, crusty bread and, as promised, a soft portion of chocolate mousse in a bowl. Remus took the food and ate it fast, his wolfish metabolism kicking in, causing the two of his closest dormmates to laugh at this, sitting on the bed with him. Peter was laying on his own bed, almost in a food coma and Frank was doing his homework. Remus finished the food, smiling when the dirty dishes vanished back to the kitchens. He threw an arm around his friends' shoulders and told them, "I feel better already." James laughed, throwing arm around Remus' shoulder, "Glad we could help, mate." Sirius nodded, throwing an arm around Remus' shoulder, the werewolf's blushing going unnoticed to his relief, "Think we should discuss our next prank?" Remus grinned, "Sounds like a plan. But first, did we have any homework?"