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Chapter 3

Harry jumped. The door creeked open and at the door stood Moony(he told him to call him Moony) and something told him that he wasn't happy(how wrong he was).

Moony slowly appoached Harry and jumped up onto the bed next to him, making him back up on the bed until his back hit the wall and his whole body was on the bed.

Moony let out a howl as he looked at Harry. Harry could see the pain in Moony's eyes, and he didn't realize that he started to hold his hand out to Moony until he felt his arm tremble and Moony's cold, wet, nose pressed against his hand. Moony took a sniff of his hand before pouncing at him and pressing him down on the bed underneath him.

He growled when he caught Harry looking at him... He lowered his muzzle to his collarbone, forcing Harry to raise his head, baring his neck, and started sniffing. His lips pulled back and he bared his teeth, pressing them to his neck. Harry shivered as he felt Moony's wet teeth against his neck. Was he going to bite him?

Suddenly a black blur came and knocked Moony off of him, causing Moony to fall to the floor. Moony let out a whine, and then a growl as he got up. He faced the black blur that was shielding him(Harry) from his view.

Harry was surprised to find the black blur was a dog that resembled the Grim.

Harry stared at Moony and the dog before they started fighting.

The dog ended up winning, and Moony was left laying in the corner, whimpering, facing the wall.

The dog barked and looked at the door, but Harry couldn't just leave. Moony was hurt, and whimpering.

Harry slowly approached Moony and put a hand, gently to the side of his face, gently rubbing his cheek with the back of his hand.

Moony moved his head slowly and started licking his hand, while whining for his attention.

The dog then came over and nudged Harry, causing Harry to turn to it.

Harry looked at the dog curiously. The dog looked towards the door but Harry shook his head.

"I'm not leaving. Not when Moony's like this." Harry whispered softly, to the dog, before turning back to Moony.

He didn't see the expression on the dog's face. It was half shock, half happiness. Happiness that Moony had someone who actually wanted to stay with him. So apparently this dog was used to Moony.

Harry put a hand on Moony's ribcage, where he knew that he was hurt as that's where the dog had lounged for, and started to rub it gently. Moony's eyes closing at the relaxing touch as Harry used his healing powers to heal Moony's ribcage.

The dog watched on in amazement at the site of Harry healing Moony. He had never seen natural healing, healing without wands and potions, and it surprised him that Harry could do it, and was doing it on Moony.

It was then he decided there was something special about Harry.

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Early in the morning Moony awoke, on the bed, with his arms wrapped around Harry, who to his surprise was still alive. He unwrapped his arms from around Harry's torso and got out of bed.

He went downstairs to find a familiar black dog sitting on the couch.

"Padfoot... You were here last night, weren't you?" he asked the dog, Padfoot.

"Yes. I was." Padfoot replied. "Why is the Potters' boy here?" he asked curiously.

"I captured Potter Senior and Harry came and gave himself to me so I'd free his father." Moony shrugged. "What happened last night?" he asked.

"I found you pinning Harry to the bed, we faught, I tried to get Harry out of here but he stayed and healed you. You were up and about in a half hour and was practically acting like a puppy towards Harry." Padfoot shrugged.

Moony didn't look at him.

"Part of you sensed something in Harry, am I right?" Padfoot asked.

Moony sighed and nodded.

"Minerva said it's hard to get Harry to think anyone is bad..." Moony sighed again. "I don't know."

Padfoot understood. He had known Moony had been watching Harry, his(Harry's) whole life. Even when Harry didn't know it, Moony had saved him quite a few times. Especially when it came to Death Eaters or that prat, Draco Malfoy. Moony had not only wanted Harry so the curse on them(him, Sirius, Peter, and Minerva) to be lifted, but he had developed feelings for him.

Lord Voldemort had casted a curse on Remus Lupin about 16 years ago, and since he was a werewolf, this curse caused Remus to have to stay in his werewolf form until he found an innocent to love him.

"You have feelings for him." Padfoot stated. Moony paused for a minute before nodding. "You're so used to Harry, since you've watched him grow up- don't give me that look, I know you've been watching him and so does Wormtail and Minerva. And since you've watched him grow up, you've developed feelings for him." he told him. "Or... perhaps that's not only it. Perhaps he's your mate." he suggested.

"His scent drives me wild, and I feel like I have to get away so I don't pass out from smelling it..." Moony muttered. He looked at Padfoot and gave a wolfish grin. "I like that feeling." and Padfoot let out a bark of laughter.

"Try to make Harry return your feelings. Like Minerva said, it's not that hard." he reminded. "Now, I've got to find that idiot Wormtail." he sighed.

"Don't be mean to Wormtail. So he is lazy, and isn't that bright and- nevermind, carry on." Moony shook his head.

I must be either really bored or extremely nice lol