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"Harry there is something you need to know." Here Fenrir hesitated. How do you tell a seven-year-old boy that he is a werewolf?

He looked into Harry's trusting gaze and took a deep breath.

"Harry, when I bit you…no…. my bite…Harry, after I bit you, you became a werewolf."

Fenrir saw Remus shake his head from the corner of his eye and turned to scowl at him. How dare the traitor judge how he handled his own mate.

"What's a werewolf?" The small questioning voice made Fenrir turn to face his mate.

For a moment he was confused then he understood why Harry was asking this. I have only told him that I was the wolf that bit him. I have not told him that I am a werewolf.

"A werewolf is a person that turns into a wolf. I am a werewolf, and everyone in my pack is a werewolf."

"But I can't turn into a wolf." Harry said this like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"You couldn't turn into a wolf before I bit you. Now, however, you will be able to turn into a wolf." Fenrir was trying to explain everything to Harry as clearly as he could.

"How do I change?" The boy actually looked excited.

"You won't be able to change until the next full moon."

Fenrir was actually relieved that the boy was taking this change so well. He just hoped that Harry felt the same way when he experienced the pain caused by the first change.

"Will I only be able to change on the full moon?"

" No, three years after your first change you will be able to change into your wolf form whenever you want."

"What is going to happen to me?" Harry whispered the words. "My family has left me and now I'm a wolf. I'm an even bigger freak than before."

Fenrir was shocked to hear these words come form his mate's mouth. How could he think that he was ever a freak?

Remus had moved to attend beside the pallet after hearing Harry say these words. "Harry, You're not a freak. You were never a freak. What would make you think that?"

Fenrir glared at Remus, he was supposed to be the one to comfort his mate.

"My relatives always told me I was a freak because I make things happen."

At these words Fenrir turned back to look at his mate, whose head was now turned away in shame. That won't do. Fenrir cupped Harry's chin and turned his head to face him.

"What kind of things?"

Harry shrugged his shoulders. "One time I made the dishes clean themselves. Things like that would always happen around me when I wanted them to." He looked down at the ground and began to pick at the animal pelt that was served as Fenrir's blanket. "They tried to beat the freak out of me but it didn't change anything."

Fenrir felt his teeth sharpen and his fingernails began to lengthen. He wished that he could use them on Harry's family. He heard Remus release an angry growl and knew that he also wished to make Harry's relatives pay.

"You are not a freak." Remus took a deep breath still trying to control his anger. "Harry, you are a wizard."

"There's no such thing as wizards."

Fenrir cut into the conversation. "Yes, there is and you are a wizard."

"How do you know?"

Harry was becoming aggravated that the two men were trying to lie to him. His relatives had always told him that there were no such things as magic, witches, and wizards.

They would have also told you that there was no way that a man could become a wolf. Harry tried to push the thought away but it refused to be ignored.

Remus answered his question. "I am a wizard and your parents were wizards."