Chapter 8 (about fudgin' time, amirite?)
Sitting at his desk, it became apparent to Albus Dumbledore that he was never a very patient man; waiting for Alastor Moody to return with news of his weapon was definitely stretching his patience.
Dumbledore had sent the man after Lupin and Black. The two men had dashed off not long after receiving a letter from Potter. Suspicious? He thought so.
Then, Dumbledore felt the sensors of the staircase leading to his office flare up and - speak of the devil - Moody limped through the door. His wooden leg clacked loudly against the stone floor.
"Headmaster," he greeted with a nod. "I tracked Black and Lupin like you asked."
"And? Did they lead you to Potter?"
Mad-Eye gave a wild grin, "Aye! The boy hasn't even left Surrey yet! He's holed up in some desolate shack near the woods. I don't know if anyone else is in there; they seem to setting up some wards that are messing with my eye."
Hmm I doubt the boy will have found allies of any power," Dumbledore said, steeping his long, wrinkled fingers, "Perhaps it's time I paid my favourite student a visit."
Harry was given a lot more time to himself after Sirius and Remus arrived. The cubs' days were filled with lessons from their new 'uncles'. Harry also found himself being taught, mainly by Remus who helped him in reigning in his enhanced werewolf senses.
It was currently a sunny Friday afternoon, and while Sirius was inside teaching the children math (something he excelled in, frightening enough), Harry was helping Remus set up some wards to surround the house. Once in place, the house would be unplottable, unseeable and they would be able to move it to any plot of land of the same size.
Remus called it a 'pocket dimension' ward and Harry called it 'very complicated and time consuming'.
Stones with complicated runes etched into the surface had been placed around the building in a large circle. The parameter stretched out in the land around the house so that the front door was dead centre.
"All right, Harry," Remus straightened up after putting the last stone in place, "as the owner of the residence you have to put a drop of your blood onto the centre stone." He pointed to the large stone sitting by the front door, which had started glowing when the last of the smaller stones had been put in place. "This will complete the ritual."
Harry nodded and was about to walk over to the stone when a sharp crack rang through the air.
"Ah, Harry my boy," Harry stiffened as he heard the 'grandfatherly' voice of the Headmaster behind him. "We're been so worried about you."
Narrowing his golden eyes, Harry turned and glared at Dumbledore, "Well as you can see, I'm fine. So please leave." He bit out.
Dumbedore's eyes widened as he took in the changes Harry had gone through; the wild look in his now golden eyes, the elongated canine-like teeth, the large bite scar on his tanned shoulder. It was obvious Harry was no longer human. He turned to Remus.
"What have you done to him?" he snarled. "What has he become?!"
"Remus had nothing to do with this!" Harry shouted back. He could feel his magic stirring beneath his skin as Dumbledore, wand drawn, advanced on Remus. Lifting one hand towards the man, he let the energy he felt bubbling up inside him burst out of his palm, slamming into Dumbledore and sending him right outside the wards.
"Potter!" the Headmaster growled, before correcting himself and putting on his caring Grandfather Façade. "Harry, my boy, you must see beyond this fiend's mask! He has obviously brainwashed you in to thinking what he did to you was right. It's not really you listening to him, but the wolf listening to his Alpha." Dumbledore help his wrinkled hand out to Harry. "Come with me, my boy, I can help you."
Harry slowly stalked towards the house, cutting the palm of his hand with his sharp, claw-like nails as he went.
"That's where you're wrong, Professor Dumbledore," he smirked. "You see," he raised his hand over the centre stone. "I am the Alpha of this pack." Not waiting for a response from the old man, he quickly dragged his hand over the glowing stone, painting it with his blood.
All the stones lining the property suddenly started glowing with a bright white light. Streams of light shot between each stone before rising upwards to form a breath-taking wall of light. The wards were only visible for a moment, before fading away to transparency.
Dumbledore stared blankly at the place where to him, a house once stood. He cursed loudly before disapparating.
Remus let out a breath he didn't even know he'd been holding.
"Good job, cub," he said with a relieved grin.
Harry returned his grin with one of his own, but his smile faded as he realized the reality of what just happened, caught up with him. "So Dumbledore finally shows his true colour," he said quietly.
Remus frowned,
"I had no idea the Headmaster was so…"
"Racist? Prejudiced? An asshole?" Harry supplied.
"Harry-" Remus' scolding was interrupted by the front door bursting open and a crowd of some children (plus one child-like Godfather) flinging themselves at Harry and asking questions like 'who was that?' 'what did he wanted' and 'what the bloody hell was Dumbledore doing here?'.
"Apparently trying to help Harry 'with the monster that he has become'," Remus growled.
"What?!" Sirius gasped. "But he helped you while we were in school! He gave you a job!"
"Out of necessity…" Remus mused, looking at Harry. "He may have needed to use me to get closer to Harry."
"Huh… You know, I always did think he was a bit cold to you. I always just thought he was allergic to dogs."
"Obviously not, Sirius." Remus deadpanned, causing Harry to laugh.
A/D Ok weird place to end but I'm doooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooone :D Sorry for the massive uuber long delay…. IDK how long it was XD Hope this plottiness will tide you over!