'Ah, Remus, Charlie, sherbet lemon?'

'Er... No thank you sir?' Charlie practically asked, anticipating him being annoyed at his refusal.

'No thanks professor. Charlie, this is Professor Dumbledore, the headmaster.'

'So, Mr. Lupin, and Remus, I am sure you are aware of why you are here.' Remus and Charlie nodded in ascent 'Well, it seems that once a month, Charlie shall meet you Remus in hogsmeade and you shall both go to the shrieking shack, where you shall transform. You shall then stay overnight and when you are recovered, Charlie shall come back and the cycle will repeat. However, there is one issue. The issue is that the ghosts in the shack have been silent for a while, and whilst the staff know its old secret and some it's current, the students don't. So under no circumstances must you tell any.

That is all really. I am sure Remus knows how to get there.' Remus flashed the headmaster a grin and put a protective arm around Charlie.

'Ok, so daddy will be with me the whole time?' Charlie said, almost inaudibly.

'Yes, he shall. I'm sorry I must fly, Minister Fudge is on my case, any other questions?'

'Yes, just one:' Remus asked 'Please can Charlie have a placement test for his year? It's just that he seems to have done a lot of advanced magic and I think that he may be advanced for this year.' Dumbledore's face had a look of shock on it, though that passed quickly as he tried to process what was happening- there was a boy with a grasp on magic possibly like Tom Riddle? What if he-? No, that was unthinkable! But the possibilities were endless! And who knew what this boy knew exactly?

'Oh yes, of course! What a surprise! Yes, I shall contact Minerva and we shall get you a visit sometime today or tomorrow, is that agreeable?' Remus nodded and Charlie replied in ascent.

'Good, well I must fly! Toodle pip!' and with that the headmaster stood up, showed them the fireplace and they flooed away leaving a worried Albus behind.

'Daddy, what do I look like as a werewolf?' Charlie asked quietly.

'Well... You're very small, with light brown hair and green eyes. You fall about a lot and find it hard to walk properly, I often have to help. But it's no worry, it's quite nice looking after such a young cub.' Remus smiled, Charlie was very open about his lycanthropy to Remus, something that Remus hadn't had when he was growing up, there was no one for him to sympathise with and no one to stmpathise for him. In a way, this was probably all for the best, who knew what could have happened? His mother was scared enough as it was, at least his father was nice.

'Oh alright... will I ever grow up?'

'Well... You will, probably when you're about 15, 16? About then. But until then, you are my tiny, adorable cub!'

Charlie grinned and stood up and sat on Remus' lap and hugged him, Remus ruffled his messy hair and rested his chin on Charlie's head. Remus thought about the events of the past few years in his head: finding and taking Charlie home, home schooling him, Charlie becoming a lycanthrope, finding out about his magic, the Hogwarts letter and if not the most important, living with Charlie as a loving, though slightly odd, family. Remus sat in thoughtful silence, predicting a happy future, where Charlie could have a family and have a loving wife, who didn't care about his condition that it stopped their relationship. All those things that would be difficult.

But one thing Remus knew Charlie could do: be a powerful wizard. Charlie had powers that, Remus felt, rivaled his and possibly Dumbledore's power. Especially at this age anyway. A tall, tawny owl pecked on the window, breaking Remus' train of thought. He stood up and retrieved the letter from the owl who stood there waiting for a reply, Remus read through the letter and scribbled a reply before sending back the owl, message in tow.

'Daddy? What was that owl wanting?' Charlie asked.

'It was from Professor McGonagall, she is requesting a visit at six today to assess your knowledge and skill. I said that would be fine, is that alright with you? I know you must be nervous, but don't worry! Just do what you do best, which is magic among other things.'

'Awesome! Dad? How good am I really? Because I know that I can do stuff for 5th years, but I don't know how good I actually am.' Charlie inquired.

'Well, you are far above first and second year spell wise, and probably in other subjects too, but that is yet to be determined. I think you possiblyOWLlevel Remus said, almost like he was speaking to himself, saying his thoughts aloud.

'Cool, oh look at this dad! It's well cool!' Charlie held out his hand and a book flew into his hand from upstairs 'The prankers book of pranks! It's so fun!' Charlie passed over the book to a wide eyed Remus, who was contemplating the magic he had seen and the fact that Charlie had that book! He had lost that in a room in the house somewhere.

'Where did you find this cub?' Remus said, his voice high and confused?

'In a room upstairs I found... It looked fun so I took it.' Charlie said nervously, putting up his occlumency shields.

'Ah right. Charlie which room was this?'

'The one that's normally locked.' Charlie whispered.

'Ah, cub! You knew that room was locked for a reason! Why would you not do as I told you and not go in? You knew this Charlie!' Remus fumed, he was usually this up tight about rule breaking but Charlie had broken a ground rule and he knew what the consequences were for doing that.

'I'm sorry daddy. It was unlocked and-' Charlie fell silent.

'Charlie, I'm sorry, but what you did was irresponsible and disobedient. I'll give you a choice: either you get smacked OR you get grounded. I don't mind, but you must do one.' Remus stated.

'A smack...' Charlie whispered.

'Alright, over here...'

Charlie rubbed his bum, it still hurt from his smacks. They weren't hard smacks, but Charlie still felt the sting. He walked up the wooden stairs to his room, he opened the creaking door and walked in, his eyes flicked to the lunar phase chart on the wall, 5 days until the full moon and there were 2 in one month, there would be a blue moon. Charlie could feel himself getting weaker and more tired, he sighed. Life was so good until the full moon.

He flopped onto his bed and picked up a blue magazine with a shiny, wooden broom on the front- the Nimbus 2000- and started to casually flick through the pages, eyeing the latest broom wear and kits. A cry from downstairs broke Charlie from his magazine, he threw it down and ran down the stairs. He bounded towards the kitchen, inside was a tabby cat and his dad, he looked for the source of the noise, there was no apparent danger or disturbance. The cat stood still, watching Charlie with golden, round eyes. Charlie looked nervously at his dad, the cat was unnaturally still and quiet, Charlie decided that this was no normal cat. He opened his magic sense and felt for magical beings. There were three, two wizards himself included and a witch. The cat was a witch, an animagus.

'Dad, Professor McGonagall.' he said curtly, slightly inclining his head in greeting.

Remus gave Charlie wide eyes, he stood there frozen for a few seconds until he opened his mouth and said : 'Yes... Yes it is. How did- how did you- know?' he stuttered.

'You can tell. You feel another magical core, and I then felt that the cat was in fact a witch. Therefore, animagus and why would there be an illegal animagus sitting on our table if not to show me advanced magic? Cat animagi in the last century: Professor Minerva McGonagall. It's easy... Well for me anyway...' Charlie explained very matter of factly.

'Oh. Oh right. We shall have to test that theory... Interesting...' Remus mumbled. Just then the cat shifted into a elderly woman with green robes, brown hair tied in a tight bun and a stern yet intrigued expression. Charlie guessed this was Professor McGonagall from Hogwarts.

'I have never experienced a person who could do that yet Mr. Lupin, perhaps we could discuss this... Skill, later? I am also very impressed by your deductive skills. But now we must test your magical abilities. We shall start in first year transfiguration, charms and DADA and then move through the years until we find the right one. Ok, firstly, perform the charm for levitation please.'

Charlie waved his hand causing a mug to float and then fall softly back to the table top, McGonagall stood still, almost expectant that something else should happen until Remus broke the silence by clearing his throat.

'That was very good Mr Lupin, let's see you change a matchstick into a needle now. Remus, do you have a matchstick available?' the Professor asked.

'No need Professor,' Charlie said as he conjured a matchstick and placed it on the table before transfiguring it into a sharp, shiny needle.

'Well... That was very good again Mr Lupin. It seems you are ahead in the first year. We shall do some more spells and charms now. Let's see... A disarming spell,' this carried on until they reached fifth year material- all done successfully - until McGonagall said:

'Mr. Lupin, it seems that you are well in advance of first year standards. I suggest we place you in third year classes with harder work. I understand that you already know the syllabus, but I feel that an eleven year old would just stand out too much with fourteen and fifteen year olds, less so with thirteen and fourteen year olds. However, you shall stay in the third year dormitories and do third year socials- for example: broom rides and parties. You will be allowed on the quidditch team if you qualify, and shall be able to go into Hogsmeade with your father only! We shall arrange advanced classes for you after each school day and you shall be set homework accordingly, you shall only receive homework in the subjects that you are not in an advanced class for and shall take the advance class homework instead. I know this is a lot to take in, ' Remus nodded violently 'but I deem this necessary for you to be the best you can. Oh and with your- problem, I'm sure we can excuse you for a few days a month. Any questions Misters Lupin?'

'Yes,' Remus said 'what shall Charlie's class mates be told about his absences? They won't go unnoticed!' McGonagall sat in thoughtful silence for what seemed forever.

'I suppose... We shall say that he takes extra activities with you that require an over night stay, or that he visits relations? Either is plausible.' she said.

'Daddy, I think the extra activities is more believable and kind of true. The full moon is very active and it's with you. Also, with relatives, you don't visit them every 28 days.' Charlie supplied.

'Yes, I agree with Charlie Professor. He shall take extra activities with me to... Increase his... Physical strength and experience. Probably. Charlie, don't tell anyone unless they ask you! There is no point telling them lies unnecessarily.' Remus gave Charlie 'the look'.

'Yes dad.' Charlie said wearily, he had heard this many times before. Remus pulled Charlie into a hug and kissed his messy, brown hair.

'Well, now that is settled, I must be going, thank you for having me round Remus and Charlie, I shall see you at Hogwarts.' McGonagall said in a happy, confident way, almost like she was very much looking forward to seeing Charlie again.

Remus, cup of steamy tea in hand, sat down at the wooden kitchen table, his mind whirling, his eyes drooping and his hands uncomfortably hot. Charlie was at Nev's and the house was quiet. Remus looked at the calendar hanging on the light blue walls, it was a Monday, the full moon tomorrow, Tuesday. He did a double take, not only was there that full moon, there was another one that same page, a blue moon, Remus sighed, that meant TWO transformations in a month. As if one wasn't enough?

An hour and a half later, Remus heard a loud knock at the door, he flinched, his senses were heightened and every sound was magnified and hurt his ears, but he walked towards the door anyway. When he opened it, he saw a grinning, but tired, Charlie gazing up at him. Behind Charlie were Neville and his grandmother, smiling.

Remus pulled Charlie into a hug and greeted him and then turned his attention to Mrs. Longbottom and the usual formalities took place, after which, Mrs. Longbottom and Neville apparated away. In the mean time, Charlie had been standing a little behind Remus, his arms wrapped around Remus' skinny waist, and a picture of abject tiredness. Remus sighed again, he seemed to be doing that a lot recently, the full moon had been taking its toll on Charlie, possibly more so than himself. He led Charlie into his bedroom, changed him into his black with moving broomsticks pyjamas, helped him brush his teeth and tucked him into bed. When he opened the door to check on Charlie ten minutes later, he heard gentle snores coming from the dark, he smiled, clicked the door shut and went back downstairs. All was well.

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