A/N: Oh my god, I am so so so sorry. A lot of shit has gone down. I was hoping to get this out before Thanksgiving but stuff happened and I lost the motivation, unfortunately. Ever had your dad forget to text or call to wish you a happy Thanksgiving? Well it sucks. But whatever, I'm sorry this took so long, I swear I will try harder to get these out as soon as possible.

Disclaimer: I do not own and I never will.

Warnings: Nothing major...hmm OH! Yes, after this chapter there will be a time-skip. They need to age some for them to do the things I want them to, a wink wink. So please don't be surprised when the next chapter is set in fifth year, ok? They need to be older for my plans to set in motion.

Enjoy!

One of the first things Harry learned about his godfather's lover was that he was an incredibly sweet and gentle man. But despite the mans kindness, he couldn't help but shake off the feeling that something was wrong. The man couldn't be older than forty and yet his face was riddled with lines that told of harsh times—but why? So when Harry learned that the wizard was going to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, her took it as an opportunity to find out more about the man. However, it was by complete accident that Harry managed to learn his golden-eyed professor's secret.

Harry huffed in agitation, as much as he loved potions, Professor Snape could be absolutely insufferable. He supposed it could be a lot worse if what Draco said was anything to go by. After a while, he gave up on his essay, deciding that the work he was assigned for transfiguration would be much easier. He tapped his quill (he was barely used to the damned thing) against the table, quickly losing himself in his thoughts. He'd already been at the school for a week and it'd been three days since the incident. He was almost ashamed of his actions. Wanking while listening to his crush wank? He outwardly groaned and he felt the hot flush of embarrassment creep up his neck. He sighed and decided to give up on his "catch-up" work, setting it aside to finish later. He frowned when he noticed Remus walk into the library. He looked sickly and pale and he felt a pang of worry rise up in his chest.

It was late into the night when Harry meandered into the common area. The full moon had long since made its debut, and it lit up the grounds with an eerie glow. That should've been Harry's first clue, but nothing seemed amiss in his mind. His attention was captured by a black figure jogging around the Black Lake. Upon closer inspection, Harry realized that it was a large black dog. Checking to make sure Draco was asleep, he silently creeped out of the room. He was definitely not prepared for what he saw once he made it out of the castle.

The first thing he noticed was that the black dog (who he now recognized as Sirius) was not alone, which led to his second epiphany of the evening—Sirius was frolicking with a grotesque looking wolf-like creature. The color drained from his face. He recognized it after having to do an essay on them for Professor Lupin. Werewolf. His mind screamed at him to tun and leave, but he couldn't help but look on in fascination. The large creature stopped and sniffed the air before whirling around to face him. His eyes widened as everything he remembered about werewolves came crashing back to him like a de-railed train.

'One of the many distinctive features of the werewolf are their amber or golden eyes—this is a direct side-effect of lycanthropy. Another side-effect is exhaustion and increased chance of illness three days before and after the full moon.'

'Remus.' He thought, all the dots connecting in his brain. His heart pounded in his rib cage, blood rushing through his veins and roaring in his ears, and for a moment all he can hear is his own panicked breathing. Harry slowly stepped backwards and he saw the dog transform back into Sirius's lanky figure. Sirius motioned for Harry to back away and the raven-haired teen backed up slowly. The werewolf, no Remus, seemed to lose interest in Harry, and the latter couldn't help but wonder why the wolf wasn't attacking him in a frenzy of blood-lust. But he quickly squashed those thoughts and high-tailed it back inside and up into his dorm.

The portrait door slammed shut after him and he leaned against it. No wonder Remus had acted so strangely the past few days! It had been mere days before the full moon! He shook himself out of his thoughts and quietly tip-toed back into his room, trying not to wake his roommate (if he hadn't already by slamming open the portrait door).

The next morning shined brightly as Harry and Draco made their way down to the Great Hall for breakfast. Harry spoke not a word of what had happened the night before, but was expecting to be called into the Headmaster's office at any given moment. He made eye contact with Sirius from across the hall and the man averted his gaze almost instantly. Harry sighed softly and slid onto the bench next to Draco, loading up his plate with some eggs and bacon. Their breakfast was short-lived, for as soon as he lifted his fork to his mouth, a hand fell onto his shoulder.

"Mr. Potter, a word in my office if you please." Came the gravelly voice of the elderly Headmaster. Harry dropped his fork back onto his plate and waved goodbye to the blonde.

The two sat across from each other in the circular office. A knock sounded on the door and with a "Come in" from Professor Dumbledore, Sirius and Remus entered the room.

"Now Mr. Potter, I'd like to talk about what happened last night and what you saw. You must understand that there are certain laws against werewolves. No one can know about Mr. Lupin's…condition." The elderly man's face was grave and the lines creasing his weary faced seemed more pronounced than ever. Harry nodded in understanding.

"Of course, I was just, shocked? I don't know. I figured something was wrong with the Professor so I did some research…" He trailed off, looking slightly ashamed of having dug into his favorite Professor's personal affairs. Remus gave a half-hearted chuckle.

"It's alright, pup. I knew it would come out eventually, I just wasn't expecting it to happen so quickly." Sirius rubbed his lover's back in a soothing motion. Remus smiled weakly and Harry couldn't help the pang he felt in his chest for the sandy-haired man. So much prejudice against him for no real reason other than his lycanthropy.

"I promise, I won't say a word. But one question, how were you in your right mind last night? You didn't seem as…feral as most werewolves." Remus's face broke out into a small smile, his entire countenance seeming to cheer up.

"Ah, well, that would be Severus's doing." He said. "He invented a potion to help keep werewolves in their right minds and lessen the pain of the transformation. It's very pricey and I can't thank him enough for making it for me despite past feuds." Harry nodded in understanding.

Harry was soon released after a few more minutes of idle chit chat and he made his way back down to the Great Hall, hoping to catch a late breakfast (and maybe chat with his favorite blonde).

The days seemed to drag by, lesson after lesson until he was all caught up. He sighed as he was finally able to relax. School started up the next day and he was to be sorted during the ceremony. He hoped he was put into the same house as Draco—he was the only real friend he had, his first friend in fact. He smiled as he read Dudley's latest letter and quickly penned one back, making sure he emphasized that his cousin send him a picture of him and this new girlfriend of his.

Harry groaned into his pillow as Draco bounced up and down on his bed.

"C'mon Harry, up you get! You're gonna miss breakfast!" Draco whined. Harry finally acquiesced and sat up, shooing the blonde off his bed. Soon the two were chatting amiably over breakfast. The day went by faster than either boy cared for and soon they were being ushered into the Great Hall, Harry being told to stand off to the side—they would sort him first.

He watched nervously as people started filing into the Hall, sitting at their respective tables. He watched as the speech was given and the new teachers introduced and he watched as a scraggly looking hat was set down on a stool.

"We shall start the sorting ceremony. Mr. Potter if you would join us please." As soon as the words left the Headmasters lips, a rush of whispers cascaded around the room. He motioned for Harry to sit on the stool and the raven haired teen barely registered that Professor McGonagall was informing him of what was going to happen. The hat dropped onto his head.

"Ah, Mr. Harry Potter. Been waiting to sort you for two years!" The voice rang out. Harry jumped slightly, not prepared to hear the hat talk. "Hmm but where to put you. Your parents were Gryffindors yet, that is not where you belong. Yes, yes, I know exactly where to put you, Mr. Potter." Harry sat there, speechless. What was he to say? The hat seemed to relish in the suspense he had caused. The entire hall waiting with bated breath.

"Slytherin!" The hat finally called out and a smile graced Harry's lips. He could hear the roaring cheers and claps come from the table full of green and silver clad students, Draco's cheers the loudest of all.

A/N: Sorry if you all were a little disappointed with this chapter, I myself am not entirely pleased with it. But this took me forever to type up for lack of motivation. Now, I repeat, starting with the next chapter, it will time-skip to their fifth year. There will be another notice at the beginning of chapter nine so I beg you guys to read my author notes ok? Well that's about it, drop me a review and let me know what you think!

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