DISCLAIMER: I do not own at all I used a passage from one of the sites as a memory, (Devil's Snare memory) everything goes to it's original owners. Plot is mine everything else is not.

Also REMUS & SIRIUS ARE DEAD IN THIS FIC.

You guys…before I even started writing this fic I did my homework. I have the movies ('at least' I had the decency to watch them. There is probably not one 13 year-old kid who has not heard of Harry Potter or have not watched a movie containing him) and I have all the sites under bookmark…I'm not a complete idiot I knew I had to work and I had no intentions to 'waltz around here like I own the place even though I know jack shit' there is also the fact I read a lot of fics and have a weird memory where I hear/read it once I remember it. But it's usually the finer details so not that important…except for names (I hear a name one and see the face and remember it easily). The advice part is me nicely saying that critics are welcome when they are not being assholes or flaming. Harry will not be treated like a used condom. Sick homophobe for thinking that. Those are possible parings and if you don't like yaoi, let the door hit your ass on the way out. Other than that, give me some credit. Also it is MY WORLD THEY WILL BE OCC. How else would harry fall for any of them? Oh and Harry doesn't hate his father, he was just overly disappointed to the point he fooled himself into thinking he hated James. He got over it when the school reassured him an he did some thinking.

HARRY'S MIND

mosltly flashbacks/used for impact

It was a gloomy day, the clouds were thick and heavy making the temperature climb to sticky highs and the kids slick with sweat, were overly annoyed by the time they were towards the end of Herbology.

Bending down to feed the Devil's Snare, Harry didn't even notice when a tendril slipped up under his pants leg to loosely wrap around his ankle.

Now normally they didn't allow Devil's Snare anywhere near the children let alone feed them, but Professor Sprout wanted to have the kids take care of all of the plants they went over throughout the years. Of course no one wanted to be near the carnivorous plant so Harry being the boy-who-lived, had to swallow his fear and act accordingly.

'Damn them. Why couldn't I have been normal? Then I could be whiny and selfish too. Then I wouldn't be the one putting my life at risk with a plant. I mean I'm supposed to save them from Voldemort, how am I to do that if I die from a plant? Really now.'

But even as he was thinking that he knew he would take care of the plant even if someone else offered. His frustrations didn't lie with class and any ways, there was just something about putting your neck out there that felt so right to Harry. Maybe because he was doing it his whole life. Taking care of other people's needs before his own was second nature. It had to be for he lived with the Dursley's.

Moving away from the dark, cooler, and soaking wet corner of the green house he was surprised when he was being pulled back with so much force that he fell to the ground with a sick slap when his stomach hit the stone flooring. Panic reflexes kicked In and he clawed at the ground. Flailing his legs in hope to be free, he was sorely disappointed when several vines came out and wrapped their selves around Harry's body.

Coming up with nothing he started having flashbacks, his mind trying to find the right information for Harry to free himself.

"Relax, breath in and out. Ok then now think of something that riles you up." Marcus's voice was low and steady calming Harry further. Harry was almost completely zoned out when he remembered that last part.

"Wait what? You want me to think of something that gets me mad or annoyed? Like Ron eating and talking at the same time? Or Snape being the horrible greasy git he is?" 'Why would Marcus have me relax then riled up?' It absolutely no sense to Harry and he told his cousin so.

With a roll of his eyes Marcus began to explain. "You have to relax. It's like becoming an animagus. You have to clear your mind completely and try to feel…I can't really explain it correctly because it's different for everyone kind of like you subconsciously try to act like your animagus. But anyways, for a werewolf virus to be tamed and when it's distant relation like yours, you have a choice to be a werewolf or not, meaning right now you are calling to the darkest part of yourself where your true soul lies."

"You need to be riled up because your wolf answers the call of your distress and if you think of I don't know, your best friend dying, your true werewolf nature will come out to protect your friend for the need is to strong and most best friends would be already subconsciously in your 'pack' so to speak."

Realization fell onto Harry but with it many more questions followed. But at least now he realized his mistake.

" Heh, well that would explain it. I was kind of letting my mind be filled with passing thoughts." A sheepish look settled on Harry's face when he saw his cousin groan and throw up his hands in frustration.

Trying to calm him down Harry quickly walked over to him and scratched behind his ear. Marcus might not be a werewolf but a frustrated wolf was equally scary. So after Marcus's shoulder's sagged, Harry swiftly apologized and asked if they could try again. Moving back to sit on the floor of the screaming shack, Harry began once again to lose himself with the soft tone in Marcus's voice.

White, endless white. He wondered what the white meant but quickly shoved his thought away when the white began to waver like a mirage. He soon noticed that the space wasn't all white in the distance was a growing black area. Outlines of a paw of a flash of tail had his breath coming quick and hitching.

It never came closer, just staying out of his reach and far enough to be blurry. Soon he heard Marcus whisper one word and it changed every thing. "Voldemort"

A fierce growl rippled throughout the space. What surprised him was another growl was rumbling in his chest, mirroring the growl coming from the black area.

Then paws were racing towards him fast and the sleek wolf kept getting clearer and clearer. Green Avada kedavra shone with fury then switched to an unearthly amber, like molten gold. The two colors were fighting for dominance. The end result was more green in the eyes then the unearthly gold. Right after the eyes settled, the wolf lunged at Harry tearing into him, digging his claws over his heart as if to make home there.

With a start Harry opened his eyes and saw Marcus's wide eyes. Hoping he did it correctly he looked down.

Pants. He had legs. He failed. Even though this was only his fourth try since they found out earlier this week, he was quite disappointed. But if he failed Marcus wouldn't have had that reaction he did curious he looked up with a questioning gaze.

"What's wrong Marcus?" his only answer was a sputtering and pointing Ravenclaw. Giving up on getting answers he got up and moved to the chipped mirror in the other room. Looking he saw the wolf's multi colored eyes on his face. His hair fell into his eyes and was long enough to touch the wait band of his muggle sweat pants. But what really surprised him were the black ears atop his head. Opening his mouth in awe, he almost missed the small pointed canines and the tattoo of swirls and flourishes climbing from the side of his cheek with tine leafs hanging to the thicker parts like they were branches.

Happy with his appearance he turned around but not before seeing his tail and claw like finger nails. Now the situation finally settled in with Harry and all he could do was give Marcus a pleading look.

The memory washed away to be filled with images of other Herbology classes and when him and his friends stumbled on one when looking for the Philosopher's stone.

"Devil's Snare, Devil's Snare... what did Professor Sprout say?- it likes the dark and the damp..."

"So light a fire!" Harry choked.

"Yes - of course - but there's no wood!" Hermione cried, wringing her hands.

"HAVE YOU GONE MAD?" Ron bellowed. "ARE YOU A WITCH OR NOT?"

"Oh, right!" said Hermione, and she whipped out her wand, waved it, muttered something, and sent a jet of the same bluebell flames she had used on Snape at the plant. In a matter of seconds, the two boys felt it loosening its grip as it cringed away from the light and warmth. Wriggling and flailing, it unraveled itself from their bodies, and they were able to pull free.

Willing the image away he quickly got his wand out as the other students seemed to notice his absence and came close to where he was. Not wanting to embarrass himself further he quickly and quietly, muttered the incantation and a jet of bluebell flames came upon the plant, singeing the plant's vines and tendril off of his body.

Jumping up and carelessly patting off the ashes he walked out trying to be as discreet as possible. But being Harry Potter that was surely impossible. Hermione came running up to Harry and started to mother him, her mouth running a mile a minute.

"Harry! Are you okay? You were gone for a long time class is almost over! If you were slacking off…" the threat was left open and Harry could see the burning worry in Hermione's eyes. It was strangely endearing to have his best friend after his best mate be like a mom to him. It made him happy and annoyed like all teenagers were when their parents wanted to baby them.

Harry gave a smile when he saw Ron running his way worry etched into his eyes but a huge smile of relief on his face. Harry never had one before but Ron was awfully like a father mixed with a brother like Hermione was the mom and the older sister. A messed up family he had but he would never change it for anything.

Reassuring Hermione he was fine then giving her a hug and rolling his eyes at Ron to reassure him, Harry waited with them flanking him, for class to get out so they could go to lunch.

As Harry was talking to Ron about the Cannons, he was interrupted when a sneering haughty voice came and cut off Ron's retort.

"Where were you Potter? To bad the Devil's Snare didn't eat you. It would have done the world a favor." Malfoy's sneering face was twisted until it was ugly and his eyebrows were raised high, daring Harry to retort.

'If only he wasn't such an evil bastard we could have been friends.' Harry thought. I mean don't get him wrong, he hated how Malfoy acts, but Harry saw how he acted to a muggle cat when no one was around. Sighing, Harry gave his retort.

"Shut up Malfoy. Why don't you go suck off your 'Dark Lord' like the good little bitch you are. Just like your aunt Bellatrix." It was probably too harsh but Harry just couldn't care right now. He was tired, hungry and always has to save his goddamn self from dying. In school. School. Do you know how sad that is? That the so-called Golden Boy, fears for his life at school? He can never catch a break.

Soon Professor Sprout called for yesterday's essay to be turned in. after everyone was free of their essay she let everyone out early, saying something about not wanting them to be late for lunch. Harry just thought it was about that new boyfriend she was muttering about when she was collecting the essays. His suspicions were confirmed when 'Mione gave a long drawled out huff.

"Really! There is so much she could teach us! It's her job. She should not put personal relationships in with work. It shouldn't be! We are not allowed to talk to our sweethearts or leave class early to meet them so why should she?"

It was very entertaining to hear Hermione rant about relationships. He remembered a time when Hermione wouldn't have complained about how unfair it was but about how she was wasting valuable learning time and would demand to be given homework. Now it was just a few sentences for learning and more on how unfair teachers had it to be able to sneak off with their special someone's.

Coming towards the great hall, Harry stopped walking and tried to make a hasty retreat. But a firm look from Hermione stopped him from leaving.

Dipping his head low he looked up over his wire-rimmed glasses towards his friends.

"Harry, mate, where you going? You've been missing lunch a lot is something wrong?" Ron gave a quick glance around then leaned down towards his ear and whispered, "Is it Him?" giving a small reassuring smile he shaked his head 'no' and dragged his friends out of the view of on coming first years.

"No Ron, it's not." Harry sighed. He would have to tell them. He was holding it off trying to be in control before he showed them, but oh, well.

"Then what is it? Your not acting normal Harry and it's got us worried…well Hermione is I'm not!" a disbelieving look from Hermione and a squawk of "WELL I'M NOT!" Had Harry laughing and his friends visibly relaxing.

"So what is it?" Hermione probed gently.

Biting his lip in a nervous fashion, Harry gave defeat and dragged his friends down to the library promising he would tell them then.

Ron was stumped and hurt. Harry was his best friend. He could tell him anything, so why was he keeping secrets?

Telling Harry to slow down he freed his hand from the vice like grip and they continued down to the library at a slower pace.

Once through the huge doors, and a courtesy nod to Madam Prince, he saw whom his friend was waiting for. It was quite easy, Ron might not be the shiniest Galleon in Gringotts but Hermione was his friend and you couldn't be her friend without some type of brain. I mean the dude is just staring at Harry! It's painfully obvious!

Finally reaching the table in the back where the boy was, Harry gave us a side look then took the older boy to the shelves to talk. Raised whispers could be heard with the occasional 'It's dangerous!' just loud enough to hear.

They came back a few minutes latter looking flushed like they were in some sort of screaming match and the older boy looked slightly put out for some reason. Squaring his shoulders, Ron stood attention when his friend cleared his throat.

Clearing his throat Harry began. "Ron, Hermione, meet my cousin…of sorts, Marcus Belby. Now I know you guys have a lot of questions but can they I don't know, wait 'til we are at the shrieking shack? Please?"

He held his breath until he saw his friends slowly and grudgingly nod their heads in understanding and acceptance. Letting the air escape his lungs, he smiled reassuringly and led them out to the shrieking shack.

The minute they sat down Hermione launched into a storm of question to fast for anyone to decipher. After giving his cousin a look he left to go meditate some before dropping the huge bomb on them.

In twenty minutes Marcus came to get Harry, saying they took it rather well, even though his cousin looked like Voldemort just said he wanted to have him inside of him. So he looked sick and scared to death. A usual reaction to Ron and Hermione when they are being overbearing.

Before going inside his cousin leaned over and whispered. "Defiantly a Ravenclaw. I thought I was going to die with all the oxygen she was stealing to formulate those questions she asked. I had to pull out every book and tapestry I could find with or family on it. She even wanted to know about my great-great-great fifth uncle on my mother's side three times removed."

Having a laugh at Marcus's misery, Harry braced himself for his friends' questions.

When he came in all was eerily quiet. Then Hermione spoke.

"Harry…you're a werewolf?" his heart broke at that small voice.

"Some what yeah. I can ignore the virus it's distant enough that it doesn't effect me other than thinking of people as a 'family' or a 'pack' and I also have a 'mate' which is like a 'soul mate' well 'mate' or 'mates'…you can never really tell. But I don't want to ignore it…it's apart of me and it gave me a family."

"A family? What about us! We're your family!" Ron yelled out raged while Hermione just sat there nodding vigorously and looking like a kicked puppy. They both did.

Groaning Harry continued. "You don't understand. You guys are my family! Baka's!" Harry quickly covered his mouth.

" We are? Then what do you see us as? And bak, baakaa? What's that?" Hermione asked curiosity lacing her now happy voice.

Blushing Harry explained how he viewed Hermione as a mother and an older sister and Ron as a father-brother kind of thing.

" …And well, baka is Japanese for idiot, moron, fool, and so on. I had Sirius and Remus teach me when they were alive. Apparently it was used as the Marauders secret language 'cuz when spoken fast it sounds like a whole bunch of gibberish."

Of course Ron jumped out and yelled. "DUDE that is SO cool! You have got to teach me!" after saying that yes he would teach them both, after seeing the hopeful look in Hermione's eyes, he sat down and asked what he was dying to know.

"So your not mad at me or don't want to be my friends any more?" at the last part Marcus growled and gave the two across from him and his cousin a warning growl.

Slapping his cousin's arm, Harry turned to his friends, waiting for an answer.

" No we're not mad. Maybe a little disappointed you didn't tell us, but not mad. We understand. So-" Ron then added his two crumpets.

"We'll be the next generation of Marauders! You'll be Remus, I'll be Sirius 'cuz he was the coolest, Hermione will be your dad, and your cousin will be a loyal peter! It's perfect! Wohoo! I'm a Marauder!" Ron was now jumping up and down like a hyper Chihuahua but then Hermione corrected him.

"Ron, Harry is more like Sirius, I'm like Remus and your like…Peter maybe? No, you're like…well actually Harry is a mixture of his father and godfather. Hmm.."

the rest of the night was spent laughing and joking…but mostly over who was which Marauder.

Okay review. And no goddamn flames. Because if you do I will chew you out just as hard as you did to me (flames being things like I hate slash your sick etc.…)