Titanium

Author's notes: Alright my lovely readers, I know this took me a bit to post, but I promise this was for good reason. I was actually re-writing almost the entire chapter. Actually I did end up re-writing about 75% of this chapter and I edited (almost) everything that needed fixing. Hopefully this chapter goes well, I wasn't sure how I wanted Harry to react to Siri, but I ended up finding a comfortable fix. I didn't really change Remus all that much, though his chapters after this will change some. Thankfully there wasn't too much to write, but I can say for a fact that I'll be adding and taking chapters away, please my loyal ones don't be angry. To my new readers this is all brand new for you, so don't worry yourselves its going to be a fun ride. Thanks for all of the comments (most of them were extremely entertaining) and for all the kudos! I can't wait to give you all more, happy reading! –CJG

Warning: Threesome - M/M/M, Male Slash, Male Friendship, Submissive/Bottom, Dominant/Top, Mpreg. Violence, Alternate Universe

Disclaimer: I'm only posting this disclaimer once; I do not own any of the recognizable characters or plot lines found in this fan fiction.

Chapter Three: Eyes Wide Open

The light was far too bright for his newly sensitive eyes to handle. His eyes squeezed shut quickly saving his pupils from the pain inducing sun. It must have been the way the stark green erupted from in front of the sun, causing the normally darker crisp leaves to become blindingly bright, and extremely hard for his eyes to take. When he finally opened his eyes again he saw things he never expected. The brightness of the trees around was almost jaw dropping, the pale pink flowers that gently curved overhead was a stark contrast to the world around. Trees of many different colors surrounded them in an arch, almost looking as if they were bending over them to protect them from the world offering them safety and a temporary home.

The flowers that littered the ground were many different colors, there were soft purples, bright whites, and even an odd looking blue colored flower that looked very much like a rose. There were cornflowers surrounding him on the ground, and honeysuckle just to the left of where he lie, the scent wafting through the air made him smile lightly. It was alive and it was brilliant to he, who came from a planet so dead the ground could have been ash. His Avada Kedavra eyes took in everything around him before landing on the leg of a being to his right. His eyes widened briefly, and he seemed to strike out as if on reflex.

His body snapped like a coil, springing towards the man whom sat at his side to pin him. He had summoned a sword with a silent wandless accio and at the throat of the man in a second. It wasn't until he caught scent of the man now lying beneath him that he stopped, sword at the ready, eyes blazing like fire that he realized who he was straddling.

To say Sirius was different would be a gross understatement. Even just the vibe that was rolling off the man felt younger and more alive. The man's eyes were twinkling brightly in mirth, even if he was being held at sword point by a man who wouldn't hesitate to deliver the final blow, he was happy to see Harry so strong again. The blue-grey eyes were a deep rich color, which reminded Harry greatly of a colored smoke. They held a maturity that Harry had seen for quite a long time, but a youthfulness that Harry was more than pleased to see after so many years. Harry's face soon morphed into a smile matching Sirius' boyish grin. Harry slowly dropped his long sword, and reached down to ruffle Siri's hair.

"Hello Siri," their eyes widened at the sound of his new voice. This new lyrical baritone was obviously shocking compared to his old voice. It was a smooth chocolate rumble; the sound was full of an unintentional gentleness that carried over into his whole body. Harry seemed slightly surprised when he looked down to see the rest of what had changed, though when he noticed the longer legs and torso he seemed extremely excited to stand. Though he was extremely sore from his change, he seemed rather accepting, he was very glad Nox had told him about the change to come. Harry wasn't sure what he would have thought if he had woken up in this new body had he not been warned.

Clearly Harry hadn't been the only one to change, as Sirius's hair was now a rich black, not the shining raven of his godson's but a fresh and healthy black. His eyes were a new level of grey, almost so light you couldn't tell if it wasn't for the ring of black around the color, and the odd deep blue that formed a thin line around the pupil. His face which was originally laden with lines of worry and stress were stretched slightly, causing almost all of the lines of worry to vanish leaving only the smile lines, and the laugh lines, giving him a playfully aged look. He looked like he was almost fifteen years younger. When Harrison said his name Sirius's face looked like it was about to split in two from sheer joy that his godson recognized him with utter ease.

"Hello Harrison, this world is breathtaking isn't it? It's so very beautiful, if the rest of it is anything like this hallow, I cannot wait to lay my eyes on it." He said with a smile, he watched as Harry slowly stood, clearly testing out his new legs, before offering him a hand. "Should we be going then? That sign there says the Shire is quite a ways away. If we want to get there before night fall we best bust our asses." The sign Sirius was speaking of was one that he had actually just noticed when Harry was starting to wake up. He took a notice to the writing that said The Shire: 23 miles. The sign had caused Sirius to also take notice to the fact that they were laying in the middle of an over grown road.

There were a few moments of silence as Harry was still attempting to gain his bearings on his new legs before he nodded. "Then we best start our adventure now, eh Pads? Long walks never were much fun under the cover of night." He slowly walked over to one of the packs resting aside the tree and brought it over his shoulder; he walked over slowly to long sword resting on the ground and picked it up. He looked over the folded steel, enjoying the way the sun rippled down the marbled steel. With little thought he slid it into the sheath before glancing at Padfoot. They made eye contact for only a second before nodding,

It was time to start their next great adventure.

Remus on the other hand was nowhere near as lucky with his instructions, the only words of wisdom he got were these "Beware of Saruman the white, he is no longer as pure as the world thinks he is. He will soon fall from grace as quickly as Dumbledore fell from his tower. I send you to the path that leads to Rohan; I cannot guarantee the safe landing I gave to Harry and Sirius there. The plains have the mind of their own. Beware also of Grima Wormtongue; he is a snake for Saruman. Find the healer known as Lain, tell her your name and she will help you." Nox was indeed not lying when he said he couldn't control the landing. He felt himself falling in a flash of light, not just appearing like a portkey would have taken him.

He yelped in pain as he hit the ground, his body hitting one of the many rocks that littered the area, he felt himself rolling before he screeched as he hit the ground once more. He felt his body twitch and twinge at the feeling of landing on another large rock. He looked up and around, clearly not recognizing where he was. Well why would he? He was on another world after all, and he was completely alone. He honestly hadn't felt this alone since he had gone into hiding after almost seriously injuring Harry in his third year when he had forgotten his wolfsbane.

Wolfsbane that was one thing he wouldn't ever have to take again. He suddenly felt his body tense as if something was being ripped from his soul. His mouth dropped in what could be described as a blood curdling scream. He mewed, scratching at the unfamiliar sensation, his chest vibrated in horrifying snarls, and roars. He couldn't stop the noises, he knew it was dangerous, an unknown location. His body felt like he was going through the transformation, but he knew he wasn't shifting, he felt the pressure on his bones, but they never snapped. He wanted to tear at his own skin, but the cloth on his chest wouldn't allow him to.

He suddenly felt completely cool his body had dropped in temperature, and he didn't feel the nagging of the wolf in the back of his head. He fell limply back to the ground, panting harshly, whimpering in pain. Well if he didn't feel lonely before, he did again, he didn't even have his demon clawing at the back of his skill in attempt to gain control. He couldn't help the tears that fell down his cheeks, he slowly started to sit up, breathing still ridged.

He ran his hand through his hair and jumped lightly at what he felt, instead of the short combed hair he was a long mane of straight chestnut hair. He felt his face and felt hardly any wrinkles, he still had his handsome scars across his face, but his face felt younger. He himself felt younger, he hadn't felt that good in his entire life. Even if his body was still aching from whatever had just happened, he figured it was Nox extracting his wolf from his body, but he couldn't have helped but wished he would have put him to sleep like he said he had put Harry to sleep… Harry, he wondered how his cub was doing. Even if Siri was with Harry, Remus couldn't help but be worried.

He finally looked down at himself taking in what he was currently wearing; he had a golden tunic on which he had guessed matched his glowing eyes. He had a long black cloak that was attached around his neck with a broach that consisted of a silver wolf, with its grand skull tossed back into a howl. His legs were hugged comfortably by a pair of dark chocolate leggings that though were tight, had a slight looseness to make him comfortable. He had on a pair of boots that were only a shade lighter than his pants. There was a sword attached to his hip, a sword he remembered all too well. The sword he was given was so awkwardly named "Wolfsbane", the handle was a black leather with silver detailing going throughout the entire peace. Celtic designs were imbedded into the perfectly crafted metal, and the words 'The beast shall be slain' were inscribed into the blade itself.

He stood straight as he could with the pain that was going up his back and spiking like wildfire over old scars, dancing across his person like it was the wind that danced across the plain that he was standing upon. He couldn't help but feel slightly powerful, that was until he heard a beat of thunder raging toward him, and he spun around in time to see the tops of spears coming over the ridge of the valley he was in. He did the only thing he could think of at that moment, he gripped the hood of the cloak, pulled it over his head, and hit the ground. He, of course not thinking this through, didn't even consider what would happen if the people that approached stopped to see what was wrong. He didn't want to think of that.

Oh but fate, stupid cruel Nox could never play easy with him. He almost shrieked when he heard whoever must have been the leader give order to stop. As if on command the thunder died abruptly with the shrill calls of the horses around him. He considered casting a curse on himself to at least look injured, but he figured his own build of his body, the pale shade of his skin, and his lack of food and water on him would be enough. Enough to fool them into thinking he was from their world until he talked to this "Lain" and until he figured out just where the hell he actually was.

His heart stopped beating when the sound of a few men dismounting their steeds hit his ears. He was tempted to run, tempted to leap up and use the surprise to offer him much needed distraction to shift into whatever new Animagus form he had and take off. But they knew the land where as he didn't. He could hear the clattering of armor, he could hear the slight pull of steel as someone approached as if they expected him to leap and attack. Again he was tempted to, but something told him not to.

It was then that his exhaustion from those past few heart trembling days.

Sleep, Remus Lupin, you are in safe hands. Fate cannot take me from your side. Nothing can harm you when we are one. I am your beast; I shall always be with you.

The voice in his head told him, even if he wasn't touched yet, even if he hadn't seen the faces of the creatures that were approaching him, he knew he was safe. After all, that voice told him so.