Remus trudged into headquarters feeling weary. Werewolves, especially rogues, wolves with no pack, were hard to deal with. Most didn't have anyone in their lives; no friends, family, or any kind of support system and were understandably bitter.

Some had been abandoned by their sires and had to figure out the werewolf thing by themselves. The lack of explanations and training meant they had zero control. Only a few were lucky enough to figure things out. The rest ended up killing any humans they came across during every transformation. That led to guilt, depression, and suicide attempts. Unfortunately, werewolves were hard to kill.

Unable to take their own lives they often ended up loners or even went insane. Remus had a dozen or so injuries. None of them life threatening, but all called for medical attention. They hurt and slowed him down. He was panting slightly from exhaustion when he caught a hint of a familiar scent. His eyes widened with pleasure, his cub was back! His nose twitched. The scent was different, colder somehow.

Remus made his way further into the house when he was hit by a different, much stronger scent. He knew immediately that it was a vampire of the female persuasion but he didn't have the usual defensive reaction. Instead of growling and hunting down the enemy, his wolf stretched lazily before giving a triumphant howl. His eyes widened. A mate…? No that wasn't possible. His mate was dead. Sirius was dead. He couldn't have another mate.

Then why are you still alive? A little voice asked inside his head. You and Sirius both admitted that it felt like there was something missing. Whoever this scent belongs to…what if she is what was missing? A second mate.

Remus snarled. No! He wouldn't accept it. Where was she when he was killed?

The voice was silent then asked, very quietly, with just a hint of disdain. You would blame her for something you could not prevent from happening? Maybe you don't deserve this chance.

Remus flinched a bit and asked sourly, a chance to do what?

Be happy.

Before he had the chance to do much more thinking, something crashed into him, bringing him to the floor. He found himself looking up into the loveliest pair of blue eyes he'd seen since the death of his first mate. Where Sirius' eyes had been dark, hers were almost colorless. She was beautiful, her long black hair also reminding him of Sirius, though hers was in better condition.

"Mate." She whispered, gazing into his eyes. Her own were full of awe. She stroked his cheek gently. "I never thought I'd find you."

His doubts and resentment vanished. He couldn't deny this creature. He couldn't betray Sirius by not accepting her. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I couldn't protect him."

She gave a small gasp, her eyes filling with tears. "What was his name?"

"Sirius Black."

She sobbed, her agony incredible, though Remus sensed a bit of relief as well. "Won't you tell me about him?"

"Of course, everything there is to know."

She pressed her face into his neck, nuzzling the flesh she found there. "Thank you."

They held on to each other tightly, paying no attention to the curious people milling about them; only letting go when they heard Harry's voice.

"Mother? Remus is your mate?" He sounded very happy at the prospect.

The two stood, Kerri staying in the circle of the man's arms. "So his name is Remus?"

Said werewolf nodded, mumbling a quick "Yes" when he realized she couldn't see the gesture, and gently rested his chin on the top of her head. "What is your name?"

"Later. My name is to be known to none but Harry and yourself. I wouldn't want anyone overhearing." She said softly gesturing to the people who were still staring at them.

He accepted in silence, just glad to have her in his arms. They'd been empty so long. Harry smiled a bit, then frowned. "So wait, does that mean…Sirius?"

She looked down and Remus felt a wave of sadness washing over her again. He grasped her more firmly in his arms. He was a bit startled by how quickly the bond was forming between them. With him and Sirius it had taken nearly a year for them to even be able to sense each other. He realized why now, it had taken so long because the bond had not been complete. A third was missing and the bond had taken awhile to adjust.

"I'm sorry." Harry mumbled. "I'm so sorry."

"Harry James Potter!" She snapped out. "Don't you dare go blaming yourself. I've told you a dozen times what happened in the Department of Mysteries was not your fault! That doesn't change just because Sirius was my mate."

Remus smiled, she knew his cub well. "She's right Harry. You are in no way at fault for what happened. The blame lies solely on the shoulders of Voldemort and Dumbledore. I have never blamed you."

She slipped out of Remus' embrace and wrapped Harry in a hug. "You should know better, you foolish boy. Come on now; find us a private place to talk. We have a lot of things to discuss."

A/N: If it was unclear - she gasped b/c she was surprised. She had no way of knowing that her two mates knew each other. It's like buying a cookie, opening the bag and finding that they gave you three extra. She thought she'd never know anything about Sirius - now she has not one but several sources of information.