Father and son- chapter 5.

The following afternoon Harry was sitting at the kitchen table with Ron and Ginny playing snap.

"Nervous about tonight?" Ron asked Harry quietly

"Of course he is" Mrs Weasley replied in irritation as she bustled around the kitchen.

Harry nodded. "Dad is going to be with me so I don't really have anything to worry about,"

"Has Snape made you the potion?" Hermione asked from behind a book

"Yeah. It might not work on the first full moon though, as my body will be changing so much, the confusion might make the potion useless. That's why we're going to the shrieking shack rather than the cellar here where Dad normally changes."

"He changes in the cellar!?" Ginny said loudly

"You are perfectly safe. Its like being an animagus with that potion apparently. He just curls up and goes to sleep for the night." Harry said. This reaction of fear was something that he would one day have to get used to. It irritated him none the less.

Remus came into the room and handed Harry a bundle of rag – like robes.

"No sense in damaging your own clothes." He remarked.

"Thanks." Harry said. Although for appearances he referred to Remus as 'Dad', he still felt funny about directly calling him that to his face. He ran to the bathroom and changed into the ragged clothes he had been given.

"Ready to go Alex?"

Harry nodded and together they touched a portkey.

Once in the shrieking shack they noted two goblets of the potion on the table. Harry approached and choked back the one with his name attached, and Remus did the same.

"What do we do now?" Harry asked.

"wait." Remus replied. He gestured to a damaged sofa and they sat down. "Are you alright Harry?" Remus asked

"Yeah." Harry gruffly muttered, smiling at the use of his 'real' name.

"Try to take off as many of your clothes as you can, I feel the change coming. That way you won't wake up with nothing to wear. I'll try and stop you shredding them if your potion doesn't work first time."

Out of a crack in one of the boarded up windows, they saw the full moon revealed in all its glory.

Harry felt a sudden pain grip him. He became rigid. Harry began breathing harshly as his eyes changed first. His teeth and nails were next. Harry could feel his bones breaking and re arranging themselves. He tried to cry out but it sounded more like a howl. The rest of the change seemed to occur quickly. He sprouted hair all over his body the change was complete.

Harry stayed stock still as he felt something stir deep within. He was being suffocated. His mind was being dragged down by a violent, strong predator. He howled again. This time it wasn't him, it was the wolf. Harry became aware of less and less until it felt like he was watching things through a small TV. Harry could hear and smell everything the wolf could, but he was a prisoner in his own body. But it wasn't his body anymore was it?

The wolf turned toward another wolf. Harry felt his lips being pulled back to reveal his teeth, the wolf made him growl. Remus copied the motion, taking advantage of his larger size to become more intimidating. The young, inexperienced wolf leapt at the larger one, teeth and claws bared. The older wolf swatted him aside and fixed his jaws loosly around Harry's throat and growled louder. The young wolf whimpered and retreated back, acknowledging Remus as the pack leader.

As the night drew on, The wolf controlling Harry became restless, and paced the shack, clawing at the doors madly, sending furniture flying across the room. Remus was a calming influence, and tried to encourage Harry's wolf to 'play' by starting a playfight over some raw steak that had been placed around the hut. Harry's wolf, which was still technically a cub enjoyed the sport greatly. All in all the night could have been a lot worse. The only slip up on Remus' part was when Harry's wolf became so frustrated at the confinement that it began biting itself, a behaviour which Remus halted quickly.

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Harry awoke the next morning on the floor of the hut, Remus was asleep next to him. Memories of the previous night were fuzzy, blurred into one. Harry sat up and pulled on what clothing he had had time to remove the previous night. He was shaking, and felt quite sick. As He dressed he saw his form was littered with a few scratches and bites that were bleeding slowly. He looked over at his father, and saw that he had no such injuries, but was also shaking slightly. Remus groaned and opened his eyes.

"Morning Harry."

"Hi." Harry sheepishly replied. "I guess the wolfbane didn't work for me this time then."

Remus sat up and pulled on a shirt. "It will be fine next time."

Harry rubbed his eyes and yawned.

"I think we need to get home. Are you badly injured?"

"Not that badly."

Remus eyed the blood that was coming through Harry's shirt. "I used to do that to myself locked in here too. I'm really sorry you have to go through this as well."

Harry nodded "It won't happen again hopefully, and anyway, I'd be dead if you hadn't helped me."

"I always will. Next month we can stay in Grimmauld place and curl up by the fire. No fighting for dominance or scratching ourselves"

"Did I hurt you?" Harry asked

"No, your wolf has not got a clue about fighting. Sadly, I do. I didn't hurt your neck did i?"

"Just bruised it a bit I think." Harry said "Nothing serious. "

Helping his son to his feet Remus grabbed a portkey and they travelled back to headquarters.