I do not own Harry Potter and please read the Note from chapter 1. Ignorance is so Not Bliss.
Chapter 66
Heart
Isabelle was quiet as she returned from checking on the Mainland tribes. Looking for those that she loves and cares for; already she can feel the angry tension in the air. A single silver eyebrow raising up, the werewolf mother looks for some answers. This was not how she envisioned her Harry's life to be.
A soft smile on her features, she lets her senses soar and detects the scents of those whom can help her understand. Mostly a fellow wolf and gentle leader of many much like herself...
Following the trail, she comes upon Remus and his chosen mate Tonks looking thoughtful.
"Aahh there you are."
Startled by her voice, a light shines in their features. Usually frowned upon in the British Wizarding world, Alexandre, Isabelle and the other wolves pretty much said, and your point is? Their relationship was accepted and Isabelle approved of the young human woman.
She realized that she helped make Remus believe in himself much like she did for her late husband and now, like she does for her children for whom Harry and Remus had become to her.
"I'm glad you are back Isabelle." Remus replied quietly, as Tonks slides off his lap. Being marked continuously by simple nuzzles and cuddles. Tonks was now a human who could survive among shifted wolves. It was an animal's nature, to want to touch and play, Alexandre had explained long ago.
For it was their way to find those in their family. By doing so, it made those whom the wolf considers safe and they would never harm.
It would explain so much as to why Harry and Sirius could be around Remus in Animagus form when they shifted. Although their scents were their own, if a wolf really scented them as they should?
You would detect the scent of pack in their bodies. Remus in his longtime association with both had marked them over the years. And now with Tonks being added, she was fast becoming pack to the wolves as well.
Certainly a mixed pride, but it was one of love. Tilting her head now to look at Remus, she knows he understands as he points to the reason behind the tension.
Smiling and leaning forward to nuzzle them both, a warm smile on her features emerges more on her features as she goes off to find her youngest child.
Going in the direction pointed out to her for near twenty minutes, she finds the one that she seeks pacing as he looked at recent plans for another event. As much as Harry simply wanted to storm and be done with it all, with the new allies appearing on both sides. Things had to be utilized even more carefully.
"What is wrong wolfling?"
Whirling around to see her, Harry looks rather sheepish as he looks into her kind eyes. "It's been a long week Isabelle."
"Harry how many times do I have to tell you, it's all right for you to cal me Mom." The older woman stated with a gentle smile.
A small sigh escaping his lips, he turns to her with a soft and yet somewhat depressed smile. "I want to...but I don't know if I should."
Confusion for a moment, the older woman smiles softly in understanding. "Is this something to do with the fact you have given young Ginny some measure of freedom?" She asks quietly. "Or is this something more?"
"A little bit of both." He regretfully replied.
Silence between them both, Harry knows that the wolf mother will not speak until he is ready. Taking a deep breath, as she takes a sit, he sits down beside her to rest his head in her lap. Savoring the motherly touch through his hair, he drinks in the tenderness and the open ear that she offers.
"Some things were said and as much as I didn't want anything to be said or to even happen."
"It made you think."
"Yes...the way I had things originally, I wanted Ginny gone the moment James was born. Hermione...didn't like that at all. She pointed out some things..."
"Like what?"
"How would James feel if you deprived him of a mother, like Voldemort had deprived you Harry? Ginny is all he has, and right now anyone can see she has grown to love him as her own."
"Aaah to the point."
"Exactly." He whispered. "I almost hexed her right there for her audacity. But what she said. She was right... James would hate me, like I hate him. I don't want to deprive my son of something of a family."
Softly brushing fingers through his hair, she listens to his words with a smile. "And you won't wolfling of mine. James will grow up loved; he will have many whom adore him with the pride and the wizards whom you trust."
"But is that not betraying Gabrielle? She was his real mother!" He exclaimed as he clutched on to her tighter.
"Would not the same be for me or Mrs. Weasely from before Harry? Is that not betraying the memory of your mother?" She said softly. "Or would not Gabrielle and your dear mother Lily, not want a woman to love them as they would?"
Moving deeper somewhat within her lap, to just drink in her warmth, Harry remains silent as he takes in her words and eventually falls into a restful sleep. That moment, sound and out like a light, she looks up and smiles as Alexandre approaches. The dark haired bends down as Isabelle leans forward for a kiss. Sirius not to far behind him, he does the same causing the woman to let out a small smile.
Both were truly a lot alike.
"I see why you both asked me to return early."
"Yes...despite things having been quiet. His mood has been one of anger. None of us were willing to approach something like this." Alexandre said softly.
"Instead we all sort of became punching bags for his anger. But he still held a lot in. The way I saw him with you in the past, I knew that maybe he would listen to you." Sirius replied. "Not even me turning Alexandre here pink did anything to bring him out. Made the others laugh though." The wizard replied as he ducked a playful swipe from Alexandre.
Although the werewolf was not James, he was eventually replacing the spot his longtime friend once held before his death. A brother in spirit...
In fact there were even times, when Sirius could sense James beside him as well Lily, smiling in approval at the company of the Wolves whom had given himself, Harry and Remus a sense of belonging.
Everyone needs that, and years ago together and at Hogwarts they had it, but after that fateful night. They seemed lost and without something to bind them and bring them together as they once were.
Harry helped to a degree, but he was not old enough to understand a lot of what they grew up with. Even then, he could not understand years of pain or loss as someone their own age would have. Alexandre filled that role for them as James did years before.
The Marauders in their own way had come back from the brink of destruction, and gained people who were equal and if not better then the ones lost.
A team once more, one that could face the world and find some way to conquer it/
Ashes of despair are brushed away
A Wolf replacing Stag in a bond of three
They strengthen the Phoenix of Hope with their support
Unconditional support and willingness to aide
The flame grows brighter and shines with renewed strength and thought
So that it becomes a beacon in the oppressing dark.
Flames burn small and bright
But even the littlest shine can be seen
When there is nothing but darkness around