Author's notes:

Hey everyone, as I said in the last chapter, this will feature Harriet a lot more. During the chapter, Harri and Sirius go on a run and Remus tries to find out more about the other werewolves.

Chapter 3: Some Answers

Harriet P.O.V.

As soon as I stepped outside, I was bombarded with all kinds of new smells and sounds. I had to fight the urge to start running around to figure out what everything was. Sirius led me to one of the parks that were near Grimmauld Place, though he had to keep watching me almost constantly, to make sure I hadn't run off to investigate another interesting smell or sound again.

When we eventually made it, the park was nearly deserted. I didn't know what time it was, but I knew it was long past midnight, so this didn't surprise me all too much. It was a good thing too really, even if most people would think I was just a dog, I was still large enough to cause quite the panic if someone saw me on my own.

We ran around for a little while, racing around, and trying to catch one another, when I suddenly stopped in my tracks. I picked up a new smell again, but this time it was something some part of my brain recognized as prey. I noticed Sirius had stopped running. He looked behind him and came over to me when he found me. I sniffed again, trying to locate it. Sirius kept a close eye on me, probably trying to figure out what I was doing. I could tell the trail was fresh, so I started following it keeping low and trying not to make a sound while I ran. I could tell Sirius was getting nervous, trying to turn me around, but I didn't care. Right now, instinct had taken over, making me ignore everything else. Eventually, he gave up, and just started following me. I found my goal in a small clearing, about thirty feet away from the treeline, I saw a rabbit. I could tell Sirius had seen it too because he renewed his efforts to lead me away from my meal. For some reason, I wasn't put off by the thought of killing and eating the animal. Right now, all I could think about was catching that rabbit. I crept closer, giving Sirius a low growl telling him to be quiet. The rabbit stopped eating and I froze on the spot, it waited a little while, listening for another sound, before resuming with its grazing. I got even closer, all the way to the edge of the clearing, then I jumped out of my hiding spot, chasing after my fleeing prey. I felt my adrenaline levels rise, my body filled with the thrill of the hunt.

Some part of my brain was calling for me to stop, but I ignored it, continuing to chase after the rabbit. It didn't take long for me to catch up with it, and when I got close enough, I pounced. I caught the animal with my jaws, clamping them shut and killing it. My nose was filled with the smell of blood, making my stomach rumble. Once I was sure it was dead, I started looking lay down and started eating. About a minute later, Sirius caught up with me. He saw what I was doing, huffed once, then lay down next to me. I offered him a part of my catch, but he declined, shaking his head, so I went back to eating it myself. Once I was done, I got up and walked over to a pond I could smell nearby. I drank some water, stepped away and lay down next to the water.

I'd almost fallen asleep when I could hear Sirius walking over. Once he reached me, he pushed against my sides with his muzzle, clearly wanting me to get up. I growled at him, telling him to stop, he seemed surprised, but after a couple of seconds, he went back to shoving me. Once I realized he wouldn't stop, I got up, gave him another growl, before following him out of the park.

Once we got back to Grimmauld Place, Sirius looked around, once he confirmed we were alone, he shifted back and opened the door. When we walked into the kitchen, Remus was still there, standing bent over the table. I couldn't see what he was looking at, but I was too tired to care. I walked over the fireplace, lay down and I drifted into a deep sleep.

Sirius P.O.V.

When we got back, Harriet was clearly exhausted from her hunt, and most likely the stress the rest of the night had brought, so it didn't surprise me at all when she fell asleep almost immediately. It was hard to believe that this was the same person as the one I'd seen rip that rabbit apart. She seemed very peaceful, sleeping in front of the hearth like that.

After I got myself a glass of water, I sat down and looked over the papers Remus seemed to be studying.

"Find anything interesting?" I asked.

He took a couple of seconds to finish reading before he answered, "I've been looking over some old letters between me and the pack."

"Pack?" I guessed he was talking about these other werewolves, but I was trying to get to know more about them too.

"They make the rules in the werewolf world. It's based on a wolf pack, so they've got an Alpha, who makes the decisions, gets to eat first, things like that. They also deal with non-Pack wolves, who they call mutts. They keep everyone in line, deal out punishments if someone doesn't, and they make sure the world doesn't find out werewolves actually do exist."

"Sort of like we've got the Ministry, but less corrupt."

He snorted. "Kingsley is trying his best, but under Fudge, I would've said yes. Though I'd compare them more to the mafia, in the way that it's basically one big family."

"Do you think they'd be able to help us?" I asked him.

He remained silent for some time before answering. "I don't know, it depends on what they'd need to do. They might help her control it, but most of the time they just look out for themselves. If it doesn't endanger the well-being of the pack, there's a reasonable chance that they'll help her. They don't trust easily. Not that surprising when there's always someone out there who wants your head."

I nodded, "Could you contact them? They probably have the answers to many questions we have."

"I could try, but I can't make any promises." I thought about this for a little while, before asking what they knew about him. "What do you mean? General knowledge or specifics?"

"Both, but more importantly, what do they know about us?"

"If you're asking if they know about magic, then the answer is no, Dumbledore told me not to tell them about that unless absolutely necessary. While I'd trust most people in the pack with my life, the same can't be said for everyone. They did know there was something different about me, aside from the different type of werewolf thing, but after a while, they stopped asking about it."

We hadn't realized it, but while we were talking, Harri had started changing back. It seems this happened on its own so we wouldn't have to worry about her being stuck as a wolf. That's something at least. When it was over, I picked her up and brought her to her room and lay her in her bed.

Once I was back in the kitchen, Remus and I talked some more, before we decided to call it a night and come back to it the next day. I showed him out, after I closed the door, I went to my room, thinking about the events of the day, and any clues as to what had happened that could have caused this in the months since the Battle of Hogwarts. Remus had explained to me that there two ways to become one of these other werewolves, one was to be bitten, like with the werewolves of the magical world, but it was also a hereditary trait among males, meaning that the son of a werewolf would inherit the gene from its father.

The problem with this, however, was that according to Moony, bitten werewolves are extremely rare, both because of shock and the rarity of a werewolf biting a human without killing them. Another problem was that werewolf bites were very noticeable, the saliva infects the wound, making it swell to great proportions. Furthermore, the body shuts down after being bitten. Focusing all its effort on staying alive. None of this was the case with Harriet, even if she had miraculously been able to hide the wound from us, the three of us had been together for the entirety of the last day, and according to Remus the body can take days to heal from a werewolf bite, making it impossible to have happened after Remus and I left.

This left us with only one other option, Harri was a hereditary werewolf, it could be that her magic caused the gene to mutate, so it didn't matter that she was female. Sadly, even this logic was flawed, James was not a werewolf. Even if he'd been the best liar in the world, he would never have been able to hide it from Remus. He would have been able to smell it on him, or at least his parents since he hadn't noticed anything about Harri until tonight either, the same thing applied to Lily. This, in turn, created a bunch of new problems, if Harri was a hereditary werewolf, that meant that either James or Lily were also werewolves. Since they weren't that meant James couldn't be her father. It was possible of course, but it only rose more questions. If James wasn't Harri's father, then who was? It wasn't like Lily to sleep around. Did James know Harri wasn't his? If he did, why didn't he tell us? Not that it mattered in the least to me whether James was her father. These questions and dozens more like them flew through my head when I finally fell asleep.

Harriet P.O.V.

When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was that I was naked, which was odd, because I never sleep naked. I tried to think back to last night. I remembered dinner with Sirius and Remus, we went home, played a couple of games. After that, they went out again. I recalled going to my room and reading a little bit. Then the memories came swarming back. The itchiness turning into agony, me transforming into a wolf, Sirius finding me, Sirius calling Remus. I remembered the feeling of restlessness, the rush I felt when I went outside, running with Sirius. Then I remembered hunting the rabbit. I remembered being unable to stop myself from chasing after it. I suddenly felt very empty inside. This was the first time I ever killed something while not acting out of self-defense. I'd killed before, yes, but only if I didn't have another choice, I was never the one who attacked first. Until now. It might have only been a rabbit, but I still felt horrible. I'd killed something. Not just that, I'd eaten it too. I remembered ripping it apart like it was a present.

My mind was so clouded by these thoughts, that I didn't even notice Sirius coming in until he sat beside me on the bed. He put his arms around me, and I lay my head against his shoulder. I sat like this for a while, trying to pull myself together while he comforted me.

When I calmed down, Sirius told me Kreacher had finished making breakfast, before leaving the room so I could get dressed. I smiled a little thinking about the old house-elf. After we gave him the fake locket and started treating him better, he eventually warmed up to us. He even listened to Sirius now, making him food without trying to poison him. I still remember the look on Padfoot's face when he saw Kreacher leading the Hogwarts house-elves out into battle. Since I'm Sirius heir, he has to listen to me too, but he doesn't mind anymore. After telling him what we did to Slytherin's Locket, I half expected him to hug me, not that I would have minded, but it does show how much he had changed since I first came here.

While I was getting dressed, I noticed I could still hear and smell better than before. My vision might have improved too but I wasn't sure about that. I could still smell Sirius scent in the room. I was also able to hear him ask Kreacher for some milk, and while that may not sound like much to some people, my door was closed and my room was at the second floor, meaning I could hear them through the door, while being two floors above them. I was glad we had silencing spells on the walls, because if we hadn't I'd probably never be able to sleep again.

As I opened my door, I was assaulted by a lot of other smells. I could make out eggs, bacon, some ham, cheese, that milk Sirius asked about, and a bunch of other things. It was a little overwhelming. I also realized I was starving. Luckily, they seemed to have been prepared for that, because when I walked into the kitchen, I could see the table was filled with food. Normally we only have some bread for breakfast, maybe an egg if we had time, but now I could barely see the table.

"We thought you might be hungry," Sirius said, clearly amused by the look on my face.

"You thought right, but this is enough for an army, are we having people over?"

"Probably, but that won't be until later. Remus said you'd probably need to eat more from now on. Something about a faster metabolism. I don't know what he meant by that, but he said to have extra food ready when you woke up."

I nodded, processing this new information. This might become a problem. When a man eats a lot, nobody looks twice. Sadly, women don't have that luxury. I'd need to find ways to eat more without making me stand out. Not that I'd be able to stand out any more in the Wizarding World. For the last couple of months, I got even more attention than usual. I couldn't even walk down Diagon Alley without people openly staring at me. Then I realized what he said.

"What do you mean we're having people over?"

He grinned and picked something up from the floor. "Happy Birthday!"

I blinked, had I really forgotten my own birthday? Not that you could blame after everything that had happened last night. I smiled at Sirius, accepted his gift and opened it. It contained a wand holster, charmed so I was the only one that could access it, it also had a tracking- and anti-theft charm on it, making sure I could never lose it and making me the only one to be able to summon it. I was about to thank Sirius when he offered something else. I opened it couldn't stop a laugh from escaping me. Inside a little box, was a dog collar with a tag that had my name on it.

"I couldn't resist getting that one. Had to search for quite some time this morning before finding a shop that had the right nametag too."

"Thank you, but I hope you don't mind me not wearing it," I said, letting out a chuckle.

Smiling he answered. "You sure you don't want to? I thought it would suit you."

I let out another laugh, "Sorry, but I'm going to pass."

I ate my food in silence, fully focusing on my basic needs first. Probably another side-effect of whatever happened last night. Once I was done, the table was noticeably emptier, guess I really did eat a lot more than before. Kreacher started putting the rest away, while we went to the living room and sat down on the couch.

After a couple of minutes in silence, I decided to just ask my questions. "So, did you and Moony find out what happened last night?"

He took some time before answering. "We did, Remus recognized it from a trip Albus advised him to make after our N.E.W.T.s." I motioned for him to go on, though he seemed to hesitate for a moment. "Dumbledore had heard about a group of special werewolves, who were able to control their changes, and, partly at least, keep in control while they were changed." I nodded, getting an idea of where this was going. "He thought these other werewolves might be able to help Remus to control himself during the full moon, sadly, they weren't able to do that."

I nodded again, thinking about the end of my third year at Hogwarts. "So that's what happened to me, I'm one of these special werewolves?"

"That's what we think right now, yes. Remus is going to try and get into contact with them again, see if they would be willing to help you control the wolf."

I thought about this for a moment. It made sense that Remus would try to contact the werewolves. like Sirius said, they were the people that were the most likely to be able to help me. "What do you know about them?" If they were going to help me, I might as well learn as much as I could beforehand.

"Remus told me a little bit about them, but I only learned about them last night myself, so there might be things that you'll have to ask him about. Anything specific that you'd like to know?"

"How is it that I'm a werewolf? I haven't been bitten by any wolves or dogs as far as I know. Or does this type of lycanthropy not work like that?"

I could see in his eyes that I wasn't going to like the answer to my question. "We're not sure. There are two ways to become this kind of werewolf. One is to be bitten, the other is to pass the gene along from father to son." He must have seen the confusion in my eyes because he rushed to explain further. "As I said, we don't know anything for certain, but since you haven't been bitten, the only explanation that we have is that somehow, you inherited the gene. Maybe because of your magic, maybe some other reason, we're not sure about that. Most of this is pure speculation."

"But how can I have inherited the gene from my dad, he wasn't a werewolf, right?"

"No, James wasn't a werewolf, we'd have known about it if he was, Remus would have known at the very least. The same thing goes for your mother."

I felt like my insides turned to jelly at that statement. I knew what this meant. If I inherited the gene, but neither of my parents was a werewolf, that could only mean one thing. James was not my real father. For obvious reasons, we'd have known if Lily wasn't my mother. If neither she nor James carried the werewolf gene, that meant that I got it from another person, that person being my real father. I could feel my world falling apart at that thought. James Potter wasn't my father. Had he known? What if he hadn't? Had my mother cheated, or was something else going on? I could faintly feel Sirius pulling me to him, giving me a hug to try and comfort me. At least I wouldn't have to worry about losing him because of this? What about Remus? Or my friends? What would they think about this? I could hear Sirius say something, but I didn't register what it was. After some time, I got up, walked to my room and lay on my bed. I just wanted to be alone right now.

Sirius P.O.V.

After Harriet left, I sat on my own for a while. I wanted to go to her, but she needed some time to process everything I told her. I went back into the kitchen to read some of the letters Remus had left behind. Remus told me that the man that had helped him the most was called Jeremy Danvers. He hadn't told me much about him, except that he was a very patient man, with exceptional self-control. He was also the person that Remus had been in contact with before he left. While reading, I learned that the place Remus went to was called Stonehaven, somewhere in the state of New York.

Apparently, Jeremy had an adopted son, Clayton, who was a year younger than Moony and I. According to the letters, Jeremy had adopted Clayton after his father, Malcolm, told the rest of the Pack he had seen a child werewolf, alone in a swamp. When he later went back to the swamp, the child was still alive, after this, Jeremy retrieved Clay and tried to domesticate him. Apparently, Clayton had to adapt to survive on his own, So he was more driven by instinct than most werewolves.

After about an hour, I went to Harri's room. I found her, sitting on her bed, looking at the photo album Hagrid gave her at the end of her first year. I went over to her, and she closed the book to look at me.

"Are you alright?" she nodded but remained silent. "You know this changes nothing for me, right? I still love you, it doesn't matter to me if James was your father or not. Hell, if it came out Snape was your dad, the only thing I'd be feeling would be relief that you didn't inherit his huge nose and sleazy hair." This brought out a small smile. "And you shouldn't worry about your friends either, they love you, not your parents." This seemed to make her relax a little.

"I guess I'm just thrown off by the suddenness of it all. I mean, first, I find out I'm a werewolf, then I learn about a whole other type of werewolves somewhere out there. And to top it all off, I learn my dad isn't who I thought he was."

"We'll work through this, we always have. As I said, Remus is trying to contact them, and we're all here for you." Something seemed to still be upsetting her. "And if you're still worried about it, Lily wasn't someone to sleep around, so I'd guess James knew. Maybe your parents even asked him for help, using him as a front to help protect you." Finally, I could see her worry's washing away. "Come, the other's will be arriving soon."

"What am I supposed to tell them?"

"Nothing for now. I'd like to keep this between the three of us for the moment. At least until we know more."

Harriet P.O.V.

The party was great. Most people came, though sadly, Ron and Hermione were still in Australia. They did send an owl with some presents though. I received a lot of different things, including owls from people thanking me for ending the war. Among the gifts were an advanced DADA book from Remus and Tonks, a drawing from Teddy, some candy and a bracelet from the Weasleys, a new broom kit from Ron, a rucksack with the same enchantments that she had on her own bag from Hermione, and some mittens from Hagrid which he had knitted himself. Dudley even sent me a card, asking how I was doing. After Sirius was able to clear his name at the end of my fifth year, we went back to the Dursleys to retrieve some things that Dumbledore gave them when he left me with them. Dudley had recognized what I did the previous summer and thanked me, he also apologized for what he did to me the years before.

After everyone else left, Remus, Sirius and I went back to the living room and discussed what our next steps would be.

"I sent a letter to them this morning, asking if they could help us with a problem. Nothing specific, I just told them that a couple of friends had a problem and I thought they might be able to help." Sirius and I both nodded and he told us he would help us to the best of his abilities, at least until they responded. "I don't know everything of course, and I don't have any experience with this myself, but there was one boy, Nicholas, who went through his first changes while I was there. I could try to help you, but like I said. I don't have any experience in this matter. I'd just be repeating what they told him."

"It's more than we have right now, and we need to start this as soon as possible. She needs to be able to control this. Is there anything else you can tell us about the Pack, or the werewolves in general?" Sirius asked.

Remus hesitated for a moment, before answering Padfoot. "Do you remember that I told you it was rare for someone to survive being bitten?" We both nodded again. "Well because of that, combined with the gene only passing from father to son, until now at least, female werewolves are rare. While I was there, there were no known female werewolves." He was looking at me now.

"They're going to come after me." This was a statement, not a question.

Remus nodded, "If word gets out, there is a high likelihood some of them will try to get to you. Not that we'll just let them take you of course. We won't give you up without a fight."

"Is there anything we can do to make it harder for them to find her?" Moony thought about this for a moment. "Not really, the problem is that they'll be able to smell what she is. The only thing we can do is to make sure you're never alone, and you should try to stick to public spaces. They're less likely to do anything there. Until we know more, the best we can do is to stay alert. It is important, however, that you start using unscented soap and shampoo, otherwise all you will be all you'll be able to smell."

After he said this, we thanked Remus, after which he went home.

"So, I basically have a bounty on my head, nothing I'm not used to, right?" I said when we were back in the living room.

Sirius chuckled. "No, but Moony is right, you need to be alert. It's a pity you don't know what a werewolf smells like, then you would have been able to know if one was around."

"Isn't it worrying that we're talking about scents and a Pack the same way we'd talk about the weather. Yesterday, if someone told me half of the stuff I learned today, I'd have checked them into St. Mungo's. Now we're discussing it like it's the most ordinary thing in the world."

Sirius nodded, "You get used to it. I mean, if wizards, dragons, and goblins exist, why can't there be a different type of werewolf too?"

"True I guess, I mean, if I had to choose what's more believable, people who transform into humanoid wolves every full moon, or people who transform into actual wolves every once in a while, I don't know which one would be more believable, especially from a muggle standpoint."

Sirius smiled, "I'm glad to see you still had a good day, even after what happened last night."

I gave him a small smile before answering, "There's nothing we can do about it, just move on, so that's what I'm going to do."

We talked some more after this, before going to bed. Remus would come here again tomorrow so we could start training my control.

The next morning, we had a large breakfast again, and Sirius told me a little more about the werewolves.

"Remus said you'll need to change at least once a week, but you can learn to initiate the Change yourself with training." I nodded, too busy with filling my stomach to answer. "He also said that you'd be a lot stronger, so you should try not to hit people, at least until you know how to control that strength."

I sighed, another thing I'd need to learn. Super strength did sound kind of useful though. I was starting to see the benefits to this whole werewolf thing. Strength, improved senses. Who knows what else I was going to learn?

Remus arrived at one o'clock, after which we went to the living room. Remus explained more about the Change, things such as when it occurs, and how I should be able to start it.

"So I need to clear my head, but think of something at the same time? That doesn't really make sense."

Remus seemed to think about this before answering, "I think you need to focus on the Change, but not think about anything else while you do so."

"That's more useful advice. And the Change occurs if I'm wounded or afraid as well right?"

He nodded, "Yes and you'll need to do it at least once a week, otherwise it'll force itself upon you, only making it more painful."

I thought for a moment before asking another question. "How do I control myself while I'm changed? Last time I couldn't stop myself from doing certain things, like my body was completely controlled by instinct, with me in the passenger seat."

"I think you'll learn to control your instincts more after some time. The more you change, the faster you'll be able to do this. It could be worse though, bitten werewolves often take months to adapt to their new feelings and needs."

After this, we went to Sirius' mother's old room, which is where Buckbeak used to be kept. We chose this room because it was both big and it was already a mess since no one had cleaned it since Buckbeak went back to Hagrid. Here we tried to get me to start the change, but I was having trouble with this. Remus told me there were three basic steps to changing: Strip, get in position, concentrate on changing. Normally there was the extra step of finding a place with cover, but since we stayed inside the house that wouldn't be necessary for right now.

"It's not working."

Remus sighed, "I can see that. Just like i could see it the first three times you said so."

"Sorry, I just don't know if I'm doing this right. I don't feel anything, I'm just standing here, looking like an idiot."

"Like I said, I don't have any experience with this either, I'm just repeating what they said."

I groaned, "Can't we do something else? My back is starting to hurt from standing like this."

"Alright, what do you want to do?"

I thought about this for a moment. "How about the three of us go for a walk? Go to a forest or something like that, get some fresh air. If you want we can continue this there, at least I'll be able to do what I want there." He remained silent for about half a minute, thinking about my answer, before agreeing.

Once I got dressed, we apparated to a nearby forest. When we got there, I was overwhelmed by all the new smells and sounds I picked up. I could smell the rotten leaves, the trails of animals that had walked past here. I could hear a nearby stream, something that was walking around about a 100 ft. away. Once I recovered from the sensory overload, we started walking around. I could feel my body calm down, feeling at home here. Not that surprising, forests are one of the wolf's natural habitats after all.

We talked some more about the Pack, and werewolves in general, when Remus mentioned werewolves have accelerated healing.

"Really? Nice, I really like all the added benefits that come with this."

"Yeah, Jeremy mentioned it once. Apparently, Clay jumped down an elevator shaft once for a bet, just to prove he could do it. After that Jeremy became the pack doctor. He said broken bones heal in about a week, which is quite fast compared to muggle healing."

"Do I have any other superpowers?" They both chuckled at that.

"Well, you're immune to diseases, for one. You're also more agile than the average normal person, meaning you're about as fast as a human athlete. I'm guessing you've noticed the improved senses?" I nodded, "Then I think that's about it. With the exception of some extra instincts of course."

After about an hour, we went back to Grimmauld Place, I asked Remus if he wanted me to try changing here, but he said we'd go back tomorrow. It was getting late, and he had promised Tonks he'd be home by six. Once Remus had left, Sirius and I went to a nearby Pizzeria, getting one for him and two for me. After we had our food, we walked around London, because I could hardly eat two pizzas by myself in a public place, at least not if I stayed in place. As I said, people tend to think it was strange for a woman to eat a lot, especially because I'm not that tall, only 5'1. While we walked, we kept an eye on our surroundings, I tried to use my nose too, but since I don't know what werewolves smell like, so it wasn't that useful. Once we finished eating, I told Sirius I wanted to go to the cinema with him, because I knew he had never seen a movie before. We went to see X-men, I'd heard of them while growing up, but the Dursleys never bought any comics for Dudley, because they were full of 'abnormal and freakish nonsense'. I told Sirius what I did know about them, just so he knew what to expect. We had a great time watching. Though sometimes the look on Sirius' face was even more amusing than the movie itself.

We stuck to this pattern for the next five days, after which we received the Pack's answer.

Jeremy P.O.V.

After Elena's somewhat troubling call, I packed some clothes, my medical kit, and a toothbrush, and loaded them into the Explorer. After I finished packing, I called Antonio and told him to stay in Europe for an extra week, and to keep an eye out for anything suspicious. I was just about to leave when Clay called.

"Elena left me a message, said we needed to talk. Do you know what it's about?"

I took a moment before answering. I could tell him that Elena had called about the armed men that were after her, but that would almost certainly cause him to immediately drive to Vermont. With most people, that wouldn't be a problem of course, but Clay wasn't like most people. If he came with us to this council, he wasn't going to sit there and wait for answers. He would probably beat it out of them if he had to. So I told him that Elena had called because two women claiming to be witches asked her to come to a council with me. He would probably still want to come, but at least he didn't know Elena was in danger, meaning he would probably wait somewhere in Vermont, instead of storming the council.

I just hung up the phone, when I heard something knock against the window. I looked over to see a barn owl, pecking against the window. Because this wasn't normal owl behaviour, I walked over to the window and opened it. As soon as I did, the owl came in and lifted one of its legs, which had a letter tied to it. I assumed the owl wanted me to take it off, so I did. When I opened the letter, the handwriting seemed vaguely familiar.

I looked at the bottom to see the name 'Remus Lupin'. I remembered Remus from when he came to us, asking us to try and teach him to control his strange form of lycanthropy. In the letter, Remus asked me to help one of his oldest friends. Since he didn't specify what this problem was, I couldn't be certain, but I guessed this friend was a newly turned werewolf. I wrote a reply containing both Elena's and Clayton's phone numbers and told him to call either of those, so he could contact me to give me more information. When I was done, I tied my answer to the owl's leg, and it flew off.

Author's notes:

This was a long chapter. A lot longer than I thought it would be when I started writing it at least. I don't know if I'll be able to make chapters of this size often, but I'll try to keep them longer.

Next chapter, Remus, Sirius, and Harriet arrive in the US.

Hope you enjoyed!