Chapter 4. Its only when I planned out the chapters when I realized my story had taken a friggen mind of its own and went from a trilogy to a novel. Threeshot my arse! More than ten chapters OHMYGAWD.

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Damian was a little scared for his old man. Harry had canceled his afternoon magic lesson because he needed help setting up for the full moon which was 3 days away. Damian did heavy duty silencing charms around the basement door and around the edges of the house. Harry did a clever charm on the basement itself; the space acted as if it was a giant park that ran kilometers but was actually just the width of the room. Harry then reinforced the wards that caused any sort of violence to be directed at the house itself and not at the people inside it. Like a lot of old magical houses, Grimmwald was able to repair itself. Even when you replace the interior, it was the foundation that soaked up magic and repaired itself with the proper wards.

Harry though was silently, internally flipping his shit and panicking. When he'd first gotten Damian, Hermione had basically been there to hold his hand the whole time because Damian was the first kid he took in.

Now though, he was six years older, had numerous kids since then and was therefore a professional.

Yes harry had the basement prepared in case he really did have a werewolf but he had signed the contract with the werewolf pack and spelled the basement with the air of someone who never thought they'd need it.

Yes he was prepared to have a full grown werewolf changing just meters below his and the other kids bedrooms, howling in brutal agony and bloodlust.

But was he ready for it? Oh hell no.

Because this was someone that, he…. Well—he, Draco was someone that he cared about. All sorts of scenarios crossed his mind. Draco hurting himself in the space; him escaping and hurting one of the kids or Harry having to fight him or put him down.

None of those options were good right now.

And what would happen after the full moon? Everything would go to hell.

Damian watched thoughtfully as his father silently freaked out and shed waves of nervousness and fear. Draco was upstairs with Niki so only Damian realized the growing tension.

When Harry shooed him to the study to do his practice work, he snuck away and owled the only one who could handle this.

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The person who received this letter lived in a quaint, quiet little village, in a quaint quiet little cottage. He was quaint and quiet himself really, he'd become even more reserved after the war and death of his wife but of course his seven year old son was not. Thankfully, the boy was visiting his grandmother so he could drink his tea in peace and rest his battered leg.

Only peace was never with him it seemed.

Dear Granddad,

Dad needs your help. See he has a new tenant. A werewolf named Draco and Dad's freaking out because he'd never thought he'd actually have a werewolf here. And all the stuff he has is for a pup, a kid wolf. Draco's an adult see? A full grown werewolf. He's as old as dad and dad apparently knew the bloke from school and he doesn't want to hurt him. Draco's like Niki, mute, and dad's as jumpy as one of Fred and George's firecrackers. Can you come here and check the basement out? It would probably make dad a lot less worried if he had his old friend here. Can you do it? We miss you too. We haven't seen you in months! And I want you to meet Draco. He's a really cool guy. He listens to Lexie and plays with Niki and he doesn't care that I'm a vamp. Please?

If you can't I understand, just owl dad and make him stop pacing a hole in the carpet.

Love Damian.

Ps. I think Draco likes dad. As in likes him. And you're always the one moaning about how dad should settle down and find a boyfriend to love him and all of us right? And I think dad likes him back. He transfigured Draco's bed into a bunk bed so he would be more comfortable higher off the ground! Come on granddad, you can always tell these things, come check it out. I think once Draco gets better they could be together but hell, what do I know? It's only been three weeks.

But then again, dad always said that a Slytherin's guess is more accurate than any man's certainty.

Remus sighed and rubbed his temples. It was bad enough he'd been christened "Granddad" but now he was labeled as his godson's "Matchmaker." Slytherin's guess indeed! They didn't need him, Damian was always right.

Draco… a werewolf, a boy from Harry's school? Exactly how many Draco's in the world are there?

Remus Lupin sighed and got to his feet, leaving his cold tea on the table. He really should be getting ready for the moon himself but…

It couldn't be a coincidence.

After all, If Voldemort could come back from the dead who said Draco Malfoy couldn't?

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The days before the full moon, Harry noticed a change in Draco's demeanor both physically and emotionally. Draco was twitchier, and jumpy, his nerves almost as frazzled as Harry's. Only he was a different kind of nervous. He was anticipating, yearning for a call only he can hear. Besides that Draco had no cause to be nervous. He was just waiting.

The two nights before the full moon Harry was about ready to dash it all and call up The Pack when the doorbell rang right after they finished dinner. Hermione had come over again so they could talk about tomorrow's lessons while the kids slept. Hermione waited at the table and shooed the kids (and Draco) out. They waited at the stairs and peeked around the corner to get a view of the door.

"Remus!" Harry looked thoroughly shocked. Remus grinned wryly at his godson. "I take it my presence is unexpected." Harry tried to collect himself and smiled. "Yes but it is always welcome. Come in, we're just finishing dinner; the kids are upstairs getting changed. Would you like a cup of tea?"

Remus followed him into the kitchen. Lexie moved to greet him but Damian held her back and shook his head and the four of them listened in. Well three really, Niki was still too sleepy to listen to what the adults were saying. She was dozing in Draco's arms.

Remus cast a glance towards the stairs but didn't say anything. He nodded to Harry. "Tea would be lovely. Hello Hermione, how are you dear?" She hugged him and smiled. "I'm doing well, what about Teddy?" He sat down heavily in the extra chair that had been conjured. "Rambunctious as ever; now even more so since he's starting to show signs of magic." He watched as Harry waved off Kreacher and prepared the tea himself, to give him something to do. His heartbeat was a little fast and his hands held the slightest tumor. "So harry I hear you have a new tenant."

Harry froze for a heartbeat and then sighed continuing his work. "Damian owled you."

"yes and the boy knows more about you than you know about yourself. Five minutes here and I can already tell you're driving yourself spare worrying. Harry James Potter honestly you are 23 years old, a father of nine wonderful misfits and the friend of another. You're smart, kind and I'm proud to call you family but sometimes you really need a swift kick in the head to realize how silly you're being."

Lexie giggled. She loved Granddad.

Harry handed him his tea and glared. "I'm not being silly."

"Fine. Irrational. Paranoid. You obviously care a great deal about Draco and I should think that you would trust yourself to know what to do. I felt the spells as I walked in. All spells are solid, all wards thorough and strong, all children ready and all of my patience wearing thin." His eyes grew softer.

"Draco has been a werewolf for a while I'm guessing and yes it will take some adjusting for the wolf in him to get used to the new environment but I sense he has a firm rein over his wolf and can handle it. What I want to know is why you are so nervous anyway when you know all of this."

Harry rubbed his face with his hands. "You know that The Pack and The Clan don't like each other for so stupid ancient reason right?" Remus nodded. "That is a widely known fact yes"

"Well when I first opened this place and took Damian in I signed a contract with the Clan that states that they have the rights to monitor the surrounding area on a full moon for any werewolves that have moved into the area. And when they realize that there is a wolf not in the area but in the house…"

Remus choked on his tea. "They'll take Damian."

"No!" Harry's voice was like a whiplash. "They will not take him away. When I took Draco in, I knew there was a risk, but I also knew that I would fight with everything I had to protect him. They. Are. Not. Taking. My. Son. Away. From. Me."

Hermione's voice was hushed. "What about the Pack? They will sense that Draco is here and they will be come to collect him."

"The Pack is not taking Draco away either. They have no right. But it will be hard for everyone and I am afraid of the effect that it will have on all of the kids. But I know that they are strong. They are passionate and Damian is one of the bravest people I have ever known. Draco has come so far already and with what he has gone through is one of the strongest. I'm confident that everyone under this roof will get through this. Lexie cares so much she will do anything to protect them. And with watchful little Niki at their side? They are a family, much like how my kids at Hogwarts are a family."

A sigh. "The Pack and Clan will be here the night after the full moon and they will be here to fight. We'll just have to fight harder. We'll—"he paused, listening.

"Damian, Lexie, Draco." They froze and Damian found his voice. "Dad?"

Harry's voice was heavy in the house. "Go to bed"

They scrambled to do so, feet rattling the steps of the stairs.

It was only hours later, after Niki was put to bed and the house settled down, that the three realized that Harry had wanted them to hear every word he'd said.

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Okay, okay, yes, the full moon hasn't happened yet but this chapter just stretched on and on. Splitting it into two parts, next part coming up very soon.