A/N: Hello again! I was dreading no one would want to read this fiction. I am so glad to see 8 followers and 3 favorites…thank you guys. I also received my first review and I thank 'dergunwoolverton' for that.

Please note that in my Prelude, Harry was 3 years old. I have changed that to 4 years and changed the belt blows he receives to 10 hits. 'Luna Bass' made me realize that it wasn't very realistic. Thank you 'Luna Bass'.

Disclaimer: I do not own harry potter or any of its characters.

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THE-BOY-WHO-WENT-MISSING:

1988

"Uncle Moony!" Remus heard Harry scream and he started walking towards the voice. It was full moon yesterday and he had heard rumors that Greyback attacked his latest victim in Horizont Alley. That is where they were, searching for yet another innocent victim whom Remus could help by including them in his pack.

Greyback enjoys turning children into werewolves. Remus knows this very well since he was one of his victims. When the Marauders were in Hogwarts, Remus realized that he must not be the only young werewolf who wanted to live a decent life, life away from darkness, life where they could still behave normal. He had wanted to gather such fledglings and form his own little pack. He got to work as soon as he graduated from Hogwarts. It has been almost 9 years since he started gathering Greyback's victims and his pack now consists of 24 people including him and Harry.

"Fast uncle Moony, he's here! He's here!" Harry's excitement was clear in his voice. Remus knew it was only because this was the first time Harry accompanied Remus in such an excursion. Although Harry was a great werewolf sympathizer, he always kept on saying that he disliked the fact that their pack kept on increasing by number every year and absolutely hated the 'bad werewolf'.

Remus reached where Harry was and saw the scene unfold in front of him.

A boy who looked about Harry's age lay on one of the house porches covered in blood. One of his hands were at an old angle and Remus was sure it was broken. He had a large chunk of flesh torn out of one of his legs. A woman was sobbing over the fallen body and a man was trying to dislodge the woman from the boy.

"Come on Joanna we need to take him to St. Mungo's as soon as possible." Remus and Harry could hear the man say.

The woman did not seem to hear him. "He's dying Rob, my baby is dying," she continued crying hysterically. "Wake up Ethan, wake up!"

Remus quickly removed a mixture of powdered silver and dittany and hurried towards the broken family with Harry hot on his heels.

The man, Rob, noticed the approaching couple first. "Who are you? What are you doing here? What do you want?" he demanded standing.

"Please, I can help your son if you'll let me. My name is Remus Lupin and this is Harry. I have something that will seal the wound and allow him to live," said Remus, holding out the mixture in front of him. "It is completely harmless and I swear to you it will help."

Hearing this, the woman, Joanna, broke out of her anxiety. Eyes red and body shaking, she looked at Remus and pleaded, "Please help him if you can."

"Joanna…" "No! Rob. Let him. We can use all the help we can get. Can't you see his condition? My poor baby is about to die!" Joanna cut Rob in the middle of whatever he was about to say.

Remus sat next to the unconscious boy and applied the mixture to his still-fresh bite carefully. Ethan started whimpering in his state but the effect of the mixture was instantaneous. The bite sealed off immediately leaving a thin scar behind.

"I'll fix his arm now" Remus removed his wand and said the incantation.

Ethan's breath evened out eventually. Seeing this, both parents relaxed considerably. Rob picked him up bridal style and brought him to the living room. Joanna followed inviting Remus and Harry inside.

"No thank you. We should be on our way now. This is some blood-replenishing potion. Give it to Ethan when he wakes up. We will be back in a few hours to check on him. I am sure you have many doubts but Ethan needs you now. We will talk later," said Remus removing a while from his robe pocket.

"We can't thank you enough for what you have done. We still haven't introduced ourselves to you. I am Rob Foster and this is my wife Joanna," Rob said coming back to where the others were standing. "The Fosters owe you a debt."

"No please, you don't have to do that. We'll be back in a few hours. You guys should rest too. Merlin knows you need it. We'll see you later," with that Remus took Harry's hand and turned around.

As they were walking back, Harry, who was silent through the whole ordeal spoke up. "We are giving them time to come to terms with what happened to Ethan before we fill their plate with more grief, aren't we uncle Moony?"

Remus looked down at Harry and wondered when he had grown so much. He still remembered the day he had gone to wish harry on his birthday four years ago. Dumbledore had forbid him to do so saying it would be suspicious to Harry but Remus had his doubts in the old man ever since he did not help Sirius during his arrest. He was sure Dumbledore knew that Pettigrew was the Potters' secret keeper. So he had gone to the Dursleys on Harry's fourth birthday hoping he was not crashing any party which the Dursleys must be throwing him.

Instead, what Remus had found was appalling to say the least. Tied to a post in the backyard was Harry, unconscious. Starvation and abuse had been evident on his body. Remus had made a decision then and there and had untied Harry. He had picked the ridiculously small body for a four year old in his hands and had apparited on the spot. The shy little boy that he had had to face for next few months had turned intelligent at some point.

"Why, yes Harry. It is not right to ask someone to make life-altering decisions when they are distressed with grief. We need to give them some time. Were you to go to Hogwarts, Ravenclaw could be a good choice for you," he mused.

"Are all human beings so whiny and fearful?"

"Or perhaps Slytherin…"

"Oh please uncle Moony!" Harry scoffed. "I would be a Gryffindor like you and mom and dad and uncle Siri. And anyways, how can I even go to Hogwarts. Aren't I the Boy-Who-Went-Missing or something? I read the Prophet you know. They are still searching for me, aren't they? Isn't that why you never mentioned my surname to the Fosters?"

That was true. The wizarding world was still looking for Harry. Apparently, when Mrs. Figg could not see Harry for two continuous weeks, she reported to Dumbledore. When he went there to check, he was informed that Harry ran away from the house and never returned. The Daily Prophet had gotten a wind of this and had made a huge havoc.

Remus smiled at Harry saying, "You are absolutely correct. However, do not worry about it. I will not let anything harm you. You are like a son to me and neither the Daily Prophet nor Dumbledore can change that. Now go ahead to the rest of the pack. I need to go and refill my stock of the mixture I just used as well as blood-replenishing potion."

"Yes uncle Moony. And you are like a father you me. I love you."

"I love you too pup. Now move along" Remus waited to see Harry run a little while. His mind was still occupied with the thoughts on Ethan. If he joined the pack, he would be the newest and youngest member there. Hopefully, Harry will ease some of his discomforts and help him become a part of the group.

A/N: So what do you think? How is it going so far?