A/N:Tahdah! Hopefully everyone's questions, or at least some of them, will be answered here. As to where Sirius and Pettigrew are…well, that won't come for ages! Thankyou to everyone who reviewed, you make me so happy when I see those reviews! I'm up to chapter eleven now too!

Oh, and maybe I should mention that there will be some Dumbles bashing in this fic. Currently very unimpressed by the actions of the Headmaster in the canonverse and this has been transferred into all my fics.

Enjoy! And review!

EDIT (22-4-08): Erin, in one of her reviews, pointed out that I made a mistake with Lily's name. I had it as Lily Evans nee Lupin. It's been fixed now.

Chapter Four-- Meetings, and Weasley Mistakes

Remus Lupin was distinctly reminded of all the times he had been brought up to the Headmasters office over his seven years of school, most due to pranks the Marauders had accomplished. Not much had changed over the years he had been away. But if he was honest, his office was so much more personal and comforting to anxious students. The million and one gadgets whirring away was grating on his hypersensitive ears.

Lily laid a hand on his arm as they sat down in two of the chairs and he smiled gratefully at her. When he had lost her to James he had been devastated. Now, though, her scent and calming presence surrounded him and calmed his wolf self to the point where he rarely, if ever, had a violent episode. She was a godsend and he was eternally grateful.

James and Daniel settled themselves in the remaining two seats while Dumbledore stepped around his desk. He raised a gnarled hand and Fawkes trilled, twice. Satisfied, the old wizard sat and looked over his half-moon spectacles at the people facing him. James was barely restraining his curiosity over who the other two were. Daniel, however, had neither the patience nor the courtesy to wait.

"Who the hell are you two?"

Lily looked taken aback and Remus frowned at the obviously spoiled seventeen year old. "I am Remus Lupin, Headmaster of Durmstrang Academy of Magic. This is Lily Lupin nee Evans, my wife and our Charms Professor."

"Wife?!"

James' face had gone red and his fingers clenched around the arms of the chair, turning the knuckles white.

"Yes, wife. As in, divorced from you and married to Remus." Lily barely held in the smirk that almost graced her lips.

The other wizard couldn't hold his rage and he whipped his wand out, jumping up and towering over Remus, said wand pointing menacingly at his throat. "Remus…do tell me Lily is simply delirious."

As Dumbledore tried to disable the situation, Harry was making his way to that very office. Hermione had kindly given him directions and a password for the stone gargoyle. Stepping onto the moving stairs, his nose twitched with the scent of danger. Sprinting up the stairs he opened the door and growled at what he saw.

Dumbledore looked up as the door opened, revealing the young emerald-eyed wizard who had ridden one of the pegasi. The emerald eyes flashed and began to swirl with gold as he growled, before stalking into the room.

"I hope you aren't planing on using that, Potter."

Remus looked up and saw Harry standing nearby, his eyes bright and every now and then, due to his enhanced eyesight, he caught brief glimpses of the teen's aura. It had always been a curious sight for him, because Harry couldn't hold parts of himself when he lost the tight control he held over his magic. Shimmering faintly, and invisible to normal eyes, was a pair of magnificent wings. The iridescent shine to the leathery folds made them look remarkably similar to fairy wings. Which, considering Hecatamae were distantly related to the species, was not so strange to an educated individual.

Dumbledore stepped around his desk, coming dangerously close to the black and red aura surrounding Harry. "If I may ask why you have seen fit to intrude on this private meeting, Mr…?"

Green-gold eyes narrowed at him, the voice deathly low and the words coming out in an odd growl. "Dumbledore. I have every right to attend this…meeting. Though, from here it looks more like a one-sided accusation against my father. I am the Head Boy at Durmstrang. And, as your Head Boy is here, I expect Hermione, as your Head Girl to be arriving any moment now."

James whipped around and levelled his wand on Harry, causing Remus to growl in anger. "Son? They could have no son. You are the same age as my Daniel."

Harry sneered. "Precisely."

"Then…no."

"Smart, isn't he?"

Lily smiled at her son and waved him over, conjuring another chair for him to sit beside her. "Now, now. What was it you agreed on?"

A frown creased his brow, the swirl of gold retreating to a thin line around the iris. "Not to patronise and annoy any staff or students of Hogwarts while they remain hospitable, until such time in which they threaten my, or my peers, safety."

The witch gave him pat on the arm, earning herself a threatening glare.

"But," he continued, in a suddenly bright voice. "They aren't being hospitable at all, are they? A wand levelled at me is hardly a show of hospitality, no matter which country you gave from. Unless, of course, Britain's in worse shape than we thought."

Just as James was opening his mouth to word a spell, Dumbledore stepped smoothly in the path of any magic and gestured the older wizard to sit back down. "While this…promise is interesting, Mr Lupin, I insist that you refrain from antagonizing James. Things here are stressful enough as it is."

Remus blinked. "I wasn't doing anything!"

The old wizard frowned. "I was not speaking to you, Remus, but Harry."

"I didn't know that anyone could change my surname." Harry mused, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Excuse me?" Daniel turned and looked at his…twin. "If our…mother married someone, than your last name is the same as theirs."

Daniel looked far too proud and smug and Harry couldn't help the sudden urge to strangle him. Which, while compelling, would only land him in trouble. "Mum married Remus Lupin last year. I'm not a Lupin. I'm an Evans, Potter."

The door creaked open and Hermione slipped in, sending an apologetic glance at Dumbledore as she did. "Sorry, Headmaster. Apparently some of the Gryffindor's aren't taking too kindly to our new guests. A duel was breaking out a few corridors over from here. I think that maybe, there ought to be something said tomorrow at breakfast."

"Thankyou, Miss Granger for that suggestion. Please, have a seat." With a small flick of his wand, a chair was conjured, placing her between the two obviously warring sides.

"Thankyou."

"Now," Dumbledore began in a formal tone. "We shall get down to business. Hogwarts will be playing host to the upper three years of Durmstrang until such time in which their school is rebuilt and considered inhabitable. For the duration of this stay, Durmstrang students are going to have to obey the rules like any other student. There is a notice within the dorms informing them of these rules."

Harry raised an eyebrow. Like we're going to take any notice.

The old wizard steepled his fingers and rested his chin on them, looking over his half-moon glasses at the group before him. "The students will also need to attend classes, and will be sorted into the class groups tomorrow when they receive their timetables. James will be teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts, Minerva McGonagall, my Deputy and the Head of Gryffindor House, will be teaching Transfiguration. Filius Flitwick, the Head of Ravenclaw House will be teaching Charms, Pomona Sprout, the Head of Hufflepuff House, for Herbology, Sybil Trelawny for Divinations."

Harry choked on a snort. Divinations? These people honestly taught how to read the future?

"Aurora Sinistra will be teaching them Astronomy, Severus Snape for Potions, Rubeus Hagrid is our Care of Magical Creatures teacher, and Professor Bounsa for Ancient Runes, as well as Professor Sulas to teach them Arithmancy." He gave a twinkling smile, ignoring the furious looks on Lily, Remus and Harry's faces. "I trust they will enjoy their time here. That is all I believe."

Lily's jade eyes flashed angrily. "Albus, you know damn well that the Ministry has allowed us to teach Charms and Defence to our students!"

James gave a slow, satisfied smile as he let his dark eyes rest on Harry. "Doesn't seem to be happening Lily. I will enjoy teaching them, and my long lost son."

Harry rolled his eyes and slumped a little in his seat. "I hardly think you could teach any of us anything about Defence that we don't already know. We did take on Death Eaters you know, and our curriculum is a little more informative and advanced than yours."

"Skeeter makes things interesting for her readers. Doesn't make them true."

"Sure, I mean, the danger wasn't for us. Those Death Eaters were facing two years worth of highly trained students. And we don't skimp on the slightly darker curses. Makes battle more interesting when you see the fear in their eyes." Harry inwardly winced at his words. He sounded decidedly dark. It wasn't the way he wanted to come across, because he refused to be dark, but James was beginning to piss him off.

"I could teach you manners, you ungrateful son of a--."

"THAT IS ENOUGH!!" Hermione's face was red with both the anger and shame she was feeling. The two emotions were in violent opposition, because she was angry at the audacity of her Headmaster and Professor. But she was also ashamed because she had yelled at said Professor.

Dumbledore gave Hermione a stern look before sweeping his gaze about the room. Fawkes was watching Harry in a most curious way, leaning forward as if he wanted to inspect the wizard closer. But, the boy wasn't a wizard. If his memory served him correctly, than young Harry was a hybrid werewolf-Hecatamus. A dangerous individual to have within Hogwarts. But if he rejected the boy, then the Bulgarian Ministry would refuse to work with Britain, and there were things they needed which could only be obtained there.

"Nevertheless, they will attend the classes along with their Hogwarts year mates. The teaching of your own curriculum will have to take place outside of class hours. Now, there are many things I will need to finish. The students have today and tomorrow off so that they may get to know each other. I bid you good day."

Harry huffed as he stood and followed Remus and Lily out of the room. He was sorely tempted to remind the meddling fool just what he was. But Hermione didn't know, and she was obviously up to Durmstrang standards, when it came to ward spells at least. He didn't want to be forced to work with two unwilling students. His brother he could deal with.

Hermione pulled him aside as they stepped out of the office, patiently waiting as he said goodbye to his mum and Remus and glared at the two Potter's. She waited a moment before fixing his emerald eyes with her own dark ones. "Why didn't you mention you were related to Potter?"

He leaned against the wall and gave her a casual shrug. "I don't classify myself as related to them in any way. It may be James Potter's genes that helped create me, and Daniel may be my younger twin, but I'm not related to them."

"What happened?"

A small smile was her first indication, and what he said was the next, "I'm not in the habit of telling just anyone my life story, nor the secrets I harbour." Harry Evans wasn't going to be telling her anything any time soon.

"Well then, I suppose I should get to know you, and earn your trust. I wouldn't criticise you, you know."

"I didn't think you would, Hermione. And I know this will sound silly, but, even though I like you and you seem all right, my peers will see anyone with those school robes on as an enemy. It's the way we are, the way we survive. It'll take awhile to earn anyone's trust."

"We have almost a year, don't we?"

He laughed. It wasn't the melodious sound she had heard earlier, but a sharp, biting bark. "I suppose we do. I'll see you later. I'd better see how our Head Girl is dealing with the all the ruckus. Farewell, Hermione."

"Good bye Harry."

As Hermione watched him walk away toward the Durmstrang dorms, she could have sworn she saw a pair of wings protruding from his back.

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Harry trailed his fingers along the cold stone walls as he passed through another corridor. He could feel Hogwarts humming around him, could feel her through the very stones he touched. He briefly wondered whether any other students could sense the ancient, most likely sentient, entity that surrounded them. But then he pushed the thought away, he was a Hecatamus and, as such, he sensed what others could not. But all the same, he loved the small flickers of magic coursing up his arm and warming his body.

There was a tingle in his mind before a rush of love and passion swamped his senses. Harry?

Emerald eyes closed a moment. Tom. I didn't think I would be hearing from you for a while yet.

You're in the same building as Dumbledore; I'm not likely to stop from watching now.

No privacy?

None.

The passion flared and his nerves were suddenly on fire. He could dimly feel what felt like fingers brushing over his stomach, under the shirt and robes he wore. Oh god...

There was happiness rushing alongside the desire. Are you alone?

Harry forced himself to open his eyes, only to take an involuntary step back as he stared at a blue-eyed red haired wizard. Not really. Hold on a sec.

The wizard sneered before he brought his wand up. "Petrificus totalus!"

Harry's muscles tensed and froze. His eyes widened briefly, before he began to struggle against the spell. But the desperate desire burning in his veins made it hard to simply absorb the magic as he normally did, and so he was briefly at the mercy of this unknown wizard.

The redhead stepped closer, a fist suddenly slamming into Harry's ribs several times in quick succession. One cracked under the pressure and he bit back a whimper of pain.

Harry? Harry!

Tom...

Harry what's happening?

I don't know...someone...someone's attacking me.

I'll pull it back.

Thankyou. The desire vanished suddenly, leaving the anger of his wolf self and the indignation of the Hecatamus swirling within him.

"You're nothing but a pathetic Death Eater, trying to steal the glory from Dan. But don't worry, we'll put you in Azkaban where you belong." He stuck his face in Harry's and smirked. "I hear they let the prisoners commune together once a day. I'm sure the inmates would enjoy you."

The leering glimmer in the blue eyes was all Harry could take. With a swift tug, the spell was absorbed through his skin, the power behind it directed at his eyes, which began to glow like the tip of a wand before Avada Kedavra was spoken. The red head took a step back, surprised by the touch of powerful magic against his own skin.

Harry leaned forward slightly, pushing himself off the wall. "I don't think so. Maybe if I show them what you just did, they might throw you in there. A virgin wouldn't last long would they?"

Harry could feel Tom watching through his own eyes and allowed him to, as the wizard turned and fled back down the corridor. Do you know who he was?

Tom growled in anger, the sound reverberating down the mental link they shared. A Weasley. Ron Weasley to be exact. A friend of Potter's.

Hmm. I seem to remember you ranting about someone named Weasley last year. Is this him?

Yes. He stopped Potter from falling into a trap I had. Infuriatingly Gryffindor.

Harry laughed mentally; he could picture the pout on his mate's face all too clearly. I better go see how the pack is doing.

I'm staying here, Harry. I don't want to risk you being harmed.

I can handle it, you know.

You didn't then.

That was all your fault!

Of course, just shift the blame.

Harry scowled before moving off down the corridor.

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Mere was not in the mood to deal with whining fifth year brats. She was glad the school had been halved up, but the fifteen-year-old teens were whinging about how they had to converse with their friends through owls, which, of course, was not something they would do frequently as their owls were being housed in an Owlery. Which was odd for them.

The whole school was slightly off-kilter. They had been attacked for god sakes!

The portrait hole--honestly, a portrait hole?!--opened and revealed Harry, who stepped inside with a scowl of his face. The whole room went silent then, this was such a rare occurrence the younger teens wouldn't know what to do. But she did.

"Harry? What was the meeting about?"

Harry looked up and met her amber eyes, his own emeralds still glowing slightly. It told her that he had taken magic from a spell cast by someone else and that all that power had been directed towards his eyes, and that it still lingered. "Full of bullshit. Dumbledore is a crack pot old fool who obviously thinks he literally rules this school."

She raised an eyebrow. "When you say it like that it sounds like school yard rivalry."

He levelled a glare at her. "We have to attend all classes with Hogwarts."

There were several cries of 'what' before she managed to calm the distressed students. "What about Charms and Defence? Your mum and Lupin were going to teach us all that."

"They can. But only outside of class hours. The actual classes are with the other students." When the noise started again, he raised his voice above it. "Mum tried to explain that the Ministry had agreed that those two classes could be taught separately. But, nooo, we have to take it with everyone else!"

It was the sudden dimming of the glow in his eyes and the pained wince that alerted her. The other students immediately became silent, several sixth and seventh years standing and moving closer.

"Harry? Harry what's wrong?"

The emerald in his eyes dimmed and changed, becoming an odd mix of green and red. They had all seen this enough times to know that the next words spoken wouldn't be Harry's, but his mate, Tom.

"A student, a Gryffindor to be precise, attacked Harry. He has several broken ribs, I believe."

Mere's amber eyes widened and she shot over just as Harry took a shuddering breath and gave a harsh cough. "Oh my god. Why didn't you tell us?"

Harry didn't speak as he was levitated into the adjoining rooms. The set up for the Durmstrang students differed greatly from that of the Hogwarts houses. For one, they got to choose who went with whom. The years and sexes were mixed, something that always happened at their school. At the beginning of each year, they could choose whom they wanted to spend the year with. Only the first years had no choice, as there was seven to a room and the sexes were separated.

The only problem with these was the colours. Red and Gold. Bright red and glittering gold.

The students who had followed carefully closed the door and placed several locking and privacy charms on it. It wasn't that they didn't trust their own, just that they had no idea as to the shield strength on their mental walls. They couldn't risk just anyone rifling through their minds and finding information that could endanger them.

Mere bit her lip and watched as another witch moved her wand in an intricate pattern, red glowing over Harry's chest. "He has four broken ribs. Frightfully close to puncturing a lung too."

"They'll die. I swear." Another wizard growled, his eyes flashing gold a moment.

"Darren, calm down." She turned to the witch by Harry and nodded. "Marci, can you heal them? Rather not take him to the hospital ward."

Marci gave her a small, grim smile. "Of course I can. And I doubt their Medi-witch or wizard would heal him. They would probably call on Dumbles to explain why he's here."

Darren shook his head. "We're gonna have to be careful. All of us." He looked around at the nine students gathered.

"The pack will stick together. But they're gonna be after Harry. He's James Potter's son and the older twin of the Boy Who Lived. Things aren't going to be easy." Mere sighed and sat down on her own bed, right beside Harry's. "This year is going to be hard."