Chapter 10- Mother meets Marauders
Draco Malfoy groaned as his shoulder was shaken by a rough and calloused hand "wake up whelp, it's time for training" the voice was gruff and masculine, the Malfoy heir batted at the hand and felt a vague annoyance when the hand did not leave him be. "I said up whelp!" the voices growled and a sharp shock hit him between the shoulders.
He squealed and shot upright, a green skinned brutish looking creature with a jutting lower jaw and black hair in a topknot dressed in green plate armour was glaring at him balefully. Draco stared at the orc in front of him for a moment in shock before opening his mouth and screaming in terror. That woke the rest of the floor, in fact the rest of the tower as adults scrambled from their beds to see what was causing one of their charges to scream like he was being tortured.
They saw a thoroughly unimpressed orc standing at the foot of Draco's bed staring at the screaming boy who was huddled against the headboard trying to find his wand.
"What is the meaning of this?" Octavius Bulstrode demanded over the screams of the Malfoy heir.
"Oh shut up!" the orc roared at Malfoy who immediately complied, quivering under the orcs glare. "That's better, my name Nargoz Gro-logar. My jobs to wake the boys up and take 'em all too early morning training."
Octavius stared at him then sheathed his wand "and the boy started screaming?" he asked and Nargoz nodded.
"Acted like I was a Deadra fresh from oblivion. Anyway since your all up here" he grunted and lobbed a bundle at Malfoy, it hit him in the chest nocking the wind from him and shoving the others into Octavius's arms give these to the others. "Breakfast is served after training so if you don't train you don't eat." He told them marching back down the stairs once on the floor he bellowed up "get those clothes on and get your sorry arse's down here now!" he bellowed from near the door.
Draco unraveled the bundle dazedly inside was a simple leather vest, a woolen tunic and trousers wrapped around a pair of knee high boots and tied with a belt. "If you're not dressed in three minutes you won't eat!" came the threat.
Stumbling Draco clumsily pulled on the clothes and ran down the stairs after the other boys on his floor. Near the door he saw the Gryffindor trio standing next to the green skinned man looking far too comfortable in the ugly clothes. "Right" the orc called at them running his eyes over the assembled students.
"This is how your day will start whilst you're here. We are going to go through the morning exercise. You are from Tenacity hall so you will divide up into groups of five and follow your instructor as if they are one of the divines is that clear?" he demanded and there was a collection of stunned nods. "Good" he said and led them out into the dark courtyard where several armour clad men and women of various species waited.
"Took your time Nagoz" growled and tall man with black hair and a beard filled with braids and a black strip of war paint across his eyes.
"Yeah whelp made a fuss about being woken up by an orc" Nargoz replied looking at Draco pointedly. Draco for his part did his best to turn invisible under that gaze.
"Hmmph a milk drinker is he?" the armoured man snorted and there was a collection of snorts before the man addressed the students "Right divvy up into groups of five and wait for an instructor. We're going to work on strength and endurance this morning so get ready to sweat. Anyone who complains is going to have to stand on the top of the Arcanum in their smalls until they have frostbite on all four limbs. Won't kill you or damage anything thanks to our healers but it'll still hurt. So no complaining!" he commanded them fixing a ferocious glare on Draco who shrank even more, all thoughts of spouting his favourite threat of calling his father buried under pure fear. "Good. Now form up" he called.
Draco found himself shepherded over to where Stillglade and his two friends were waiting along with the Weasely. "No I'm not going to be anywhere near a Malfoy!" the Weasely yelled and Draco found his courage again enough to sneer.
"Nor I with a two blood traitors, a freak and a Mudblood" he told the others venomously. The Gryffindors trio merely looked bored but Weasely turned as red as his hair and leapt for Draco only to be stopped with a gurgle as their trainer, a rather formidable looking golden skinned female elf in heavy golden plate caught him by the neck of his vest and heaved him up so he dangled like a cat by its scruff.
"No" was all she said simply before she turned her icy blue eyes to the others in the group. "I am Shana Gaeal. Your trainer, I'm the one who's in charge of you five whilst you're here" she told them in an icy yet cultured voice that sent shivers down Ron's spine before turning to a smirking Draco "And you. There are rules for this. Come" she commanded grabbing him by his collar and heaving him up so he to dangled from her grip like a kitten.
"What are you doing?!" demanded Molly Weasely shrilly starting forward.
"Lady Weasely these two have attempted to harm each other. Therefore I must end this fight. My group shall be departing. Worry not they will be returned in good health." Their trainer said firmly before turning away and leading Aralas, Neville, and Hermione away, Draco and Ron swinging slightly in her grip as they struggled weakly.
She led them up onto the wall where the wind blew unimpeded off of the icy sea, the sky was clear but snowflakes still drifted on the wind. "You three start running!" she commanded her other charges. Without question Aralas, Hermione and Neville took off, jogging easily to warm up along the broad wall top staying close together and trying not to shiver in the cold. The other trainers joined them, sending their charges around the wall, soon all the college including teachers and students were making laps around the college, some having an easier time with the cold than others. The trainers drove their charges onward with shouts and occasional shocks at the heels gradually increasing the pace as their muscles loosened.
They fell into two groups, the younger students from Tameriel hanging back with their Hogwarts counterparts due to leg length and general fitness levels possessed by the older students who outpaced them. The Chaperons cautiously approached to where Shana was holding Draco and Ron.
"Now you two" she turned her attention back to her victims both of whom shook under her stare and struggled to breathe, she smiled nastily and approached the wall edge and held them out over the battlements, causing both to become wide eyed in fear and hold very still. "It seems you two have a little bit of a feud going on hmm?" she said raising her eyebrow at them. The two boys shivered in both cold and fear while nodding, Ron caught sight of his mother being hit with a full body bind and a silencing charm from Sirius who had an evil grin on his face.
"Well then there is only one solution for such a problem." Shana declared jovially shaking them again, they swung above the three hundred meter drop precariously as sheer terror settled into their bones. She lifted the two boys up until they were at eye level with her and she glared "any more insults from either of you and I'm going to set you two in the arena with enough Drauger to make Skuldafiin look empty until either one of you dies or you get over yourselves. Do you understand?" she told them her voice far colder than the wind that gusted over the battlements. The pair looked at her uncomprehendingly and she shook them hard and knocked their heads together "Understand?" she snarled and the two began to nod furiously, fighting to see past stars that now floated past their eyes.
"Good" she replied and brought them back to the wall and dropped them. They hit the ground hard bruising against the unforgiving stone. "Now get running, the pair of you" Shana commanded and they scrambled to their feet, their legs trembling and took off after the others, Shana loping along behind them throwing lightning at their heels and driving them to catch up to where Aralas Neville and Hermione jogged at the head of the younger students in the steadily growing light of dawn.
An hour later of running and stretching the students stumbled down the stairs to the courtyard where a curved stone table that sat near the wall between Countenance and Tenacity was laid out with a pile of warm loaves of dark bread sat next to a large block of soft butter and stack of wooden bowls with a large metal cauldron further down the table emanating a huge column of steam. The smell had all the students' mouths watering as they were herded into line behind the other members of the college.
A young man with blue eyes, shoulder length blond hair and a kind smile handed out the loaves while a motherly looking woman with bright blue eyes and long steel grey hair pulled up in a bun presided over the cauldron wielding a ladle as she served the leftover and reheated stew into the wooden bowls, at the end of the table was a large pitcher and a stack of wooden tankards with barrel of apples and several wheels of cheese. Exhausted the students followed their hosts into a line and copied them as they grabbed a loaf and cracked it open to reveal the steaming warm inside before slathering it with the butter and tossing in a pinch of rough salt.
This they then carried to the woman with the cauldron who handed them a wooden bowl filled with left over stew from the night before, a hunk of strong yellow cheese an apple before they filled a tankard with the water and trudged over to one of the benches where they collapsed onto anything flat and out of the way before they began tearing into the meal. The Hogwarts visitors were silent as they crammed the food into their mouths but the college students chatted and socialized like they were sitting at tables in the great hall.
Sirius grumbled to himself as he took a long drink from his tankard, he had eventually joined in with the exercise out of curiosity and now regretted having done so, true he was fit and healthy but to start this early was just disgusting, though he was pleased to notice that Draco was silent, looking rather shell-shocked as he mechanically ate his food. Someone sat down next to him and he looked up to see the arch-mage Silandra lounging on the bench next to him studiously eating her breakfast, though he noticed she had no apple.
"Good morning Master Black" she said cheerily and he grunted, but that didn't deter her "how was your morning run?" she asked and he glared at her.
"Why do you have to make us do it so bloody early" he demanded but with no real venom. She laughed at him before replying with a smile.
"Healthy body, healthy magic. It's no good having huge mana reserves if you don't have the stamina to back it up." She told him matter-of-factly before turning back to her food "I was just going to remind you that you have an appointment with me at and hour after midday."
She told him and he nodded, staring at his bowl of food mumbling "Thanks"
Silandra smiled and stood taking her now empty bowl back over to the table where several students took her bowl and tankard, placing them into separate tubs before she walked back to her quarters to handle more paperwork.
Breakfast was a short affair and before they really knew what was happening the Hogwarts students were herded back to their dorms to get their clothes before being swept up in the tide of students and teacher heading to the baths. Despite Mrs. Weasely's protests they were shoved into the tubs and ordered to scrub with all the other students, though the Nirnians were polite enough to separate the genders into different pools and separate them with a screen, older students showing the visitors how to use the various soaps and shampoos provided.
The older women even showed the younger girls a nifty hair drying spell, though none but Hermione could perform it. Sirius couldn't help but snicker at the stink Draco had raised about having to bathe with "Mudbloods, blood traitors and freaks" as he called them, several of the Slytherins agreed only to be harshly informed by a nearly seven foot tall blond warrior with a particularly nasty set of scars that covered his torso and face that if he didn't wish to bathe with them then he wouldn't bathe at all, nor would he be allowed food and be put on dish duty if he continued to use such foul language. Needless to say, that had shut the blond ponce up quickly though he scowled and sneered at everyone around him.
It all happened so quickly that in less than an hour and a half after they had exercised, they all stood in groups of ten in various classrooms with their college fellows. The classes were endlessly interesting, though a bit frustrating for the Hogwarts students. They were shocked by the decree that wands were little more than useless crutches and the casual descriptions of divine beings and realms that they used for their magic. There was a class where they were given a short poem about someone called Ragnar the red that they had to have memorized and ready to present by the fourth day. There was basic magical theory taught by a dark skinned elf woman named Brelyna who had a kind smile and wicked aim as every time Draco tried to use the word freak, Mudblood or blood traitor she would throw a stinging bolt of lightning at him, it quickly became apparent that she had excellent ears.
The third class was a combination of Alchemy and Herbology as this class was longer. This was taught by the black haired woman Serana who was a fount of information about the endless combinations and recipes for combining the various ingredients of Skyrim.
"Excuse me Mistress Serana" Hannah Abbot asked curiously after her raised hand had been acknowledged "why do your eyes glow?" There was absolute silence as the college students looked at her in astonishment and the Terran students shuffled uncomfortably.
Serana blinked at the question before cocking her head to the side slightly before smiling widely, revealing a pair of razor sharp incisors "My eyes glow because I am a vampire, a vampire is a deadric affliction whereby I am sensitive to sunlight, am immortal and have to drink the blood on sentient beings in order to survive" she replied casually.
There was dead silence in the room for a moment before one of the Ravenclaw girls screamed. This started a chain reaction where most of the Terran students for that class began to panic, though Sirius noted that Aralas, Hermione and Neville remained calm. "I believe this is an excellent time to make use of the calming spell you have been learning" Serana called to the college students. There was nodding before each of the College students shot their counterparts with a green glow which caused them all to calm down, even against their will.
Once they were silent, the whole class was then treated to an in depth description of Tamrielic Vampires and werewolves. Sirius had been astonished to discover that many of the armour clad individuals in the college were Werewolves and had resolved to track them down to see if they could help Remus. The students were given little time to complain or even breathe as they were whirled through their classes. Lunch was again in the main courtyard and served by the same woman and young man.
The lunch was made up of thick slices of bread stuffed with chunks of warm venison and a thick soft cheese that could be augmented with a spread of what turned out to be extremely powerful horseradish. Some brave Terrans tried it with mixed result, a tankard of weak cider, ale or water from a spring deep in the college were set out in pitchers to be drunk and went well with the brief meal.
Then they returned to their studies, this time turning to the magical side, with the combined class of Destruction and restoration, this was achieved by one group spewing fire, ice and electricity at the other group who were holding shields and healing those who failed to hold out. This style of rough training had Molly Weasely almost hysterical, thought once the teacher (a red haired woman by the name of Elyssia) had taken the Weasely matriarch aside and spoke to her in low, yet firm tones, she calmed down enough to stand silently in a corner.
"Excuse me, Master Black" Sirius looked up from the tome he was reading to see a fourteen year old blue skinned elf looking at him "the Arch-mage is ready to see you sir" the girl told him and he nodded following her up through the icy halls to the courtyard above and from there up yet more stairs and into a magnificent room. In the center was a garden filled with flowers and a small tree with a fountain burbling in the center.
Pale blue lights hovered in the garden and a heavy oak desk sat tucked into an alcove near the door where Silandra sat with her back against the wall, the surface was covered in stacks of paper, parchment, books, slates and a book stand containing a heavy leather bound tome sat at her left elbow pages half full of charts and numbers.
"Master Black, good to see you" she told him, not standing but looking up at him with a smile. "Please sit" she invited gesturing at the chair in front of her with a black quill. "What can I do for you?" she asked setting her quill carefully in her inkwell and folding her hands on the desk, her amber eyes boring into him with friendly curiosity.
Sirius took a deep breath and lifted his hands up to brace them on her desk, his fingers clutching the edge tightly. Silandra's eyes flicked down to his hands and ran over the blotchy scars that covered them, looking back up and cocking her head to the left. "I was wondering if you are Aralas Stillglades mother" he asked quietly. Confused Silandra nodded, watching him with a mixture of curiosity and caution.
Sirius took a deep breath before taking the plunge "is he adopted?" he asked, striving to hide the hope that tried to break though.
Silandra's eyes fixed on him sharply "why do you wish to know?" she demanded frostily.
Sirius swallowed and began "ten years ago my brother in all but blood James Potter and his wife Lily was betrayed. They were murdered by a dark wizard named Voldemort. They were in hiding with their son, my godson, when Voldemort attacked. He killed James and Lily, but something killed him too, destroying the house they lived in. There was no sign of little Harry, no body, no ash, nothing to tell for certain if he was dead or alive. I've been searching for him ever since and when your son came to Hogwarts Dumbledore had a suspicion that Aralas might be Harry. If Aralas is adopted then it would be a step to finding out if he truly is my godson."
Silence hung over them both after he finished. Sirius turned his gaze from her piercing amber ones and instead studied the marred skin on his hands, marks from the night he had failed his brother and dug through the burning rubble of their house in search of Harry.
"If it turns out to be true what will you do?" Silandra demanded firmly.
Sirius looked up to meet her eyes once more "I want to meet him, be a part of his life, help raise him, and be there for him like I should have been for all these years. There are some who would want to control him if it got out that he survived but I just want to meet him again and know that he is safe and happy."
Silandra stared into his eyes and he tried to project his sincerity and desperation to her. The staring match lasted for nearly five minutes as each strove to read something in the other's gaze until Silandra sighed and leaned back "I believe you. Yes Aralas was adopted, an Aedra appeared to me holding a human child with thick black hair and emerald green eyes. When I accepted him he became mine through blood and spirit. He is my son, and I will not let him be taken by the Terrans." She told him, a resignation in her eyes though the last part was said fiercely with a protective gleam and Sirius nodded.
"Did he ever say anything that sounded like Padfoot or Moony at all?" he asked hopefully.
Silandra cocked her head to the side and considered "not that I remember but I would suggest you ask Serana, she is his godsmother and has helped me raise him."
Sirius blinked and nodded "if he is Harry could I… could I meet him?" he asked quietly almost afraid of the answer.
Silandra's gaze softened a little as she looked at Sirius her eyes moving back to his hands. "How did you get those?" she asked staring at the marks "I have seen enough wounds caused be destruction magic to know a burn scar when I see one." She said gently and Sirius flinched before answering in a broken voice.
"The house was destroyed, the nursery was the worst hit. Lily was little more than a husk, I dug through the rubble hoping to find Harry. But it was still burning and like an idiot I forgot I had my wand to put out the fires before I shoved my hands into the flames. Later I asked them to let me keep the scars as a reminder of my failure."
He looked up to see Silandra's face filled with sympathy "I know how that feels" she said simply "I lost a dear friend ten years ago, and I still bear the scars from that encounter. When I look at them they remind me of those I have lost." Her voice was quiet as she joined him in his silent remembrance. Eventually she broke it again "did Dumbledore have any proof for his suspicions or did he send you on a hunch?" she asked, her eyes sharp as her mind turned over the implications.
Wordlessly Sirius dug out the well folded piece of parchment and handed it to her. She took it gingerly and unfolded it, staring at the black lines that spelled out her family tree and joined through the name of her son to the Potter family. "How was this made" she asked her voice quiet yet filled with deadly promise.
"I don't know how he got it but a small portion of the person's blood is added to ink that is then applied to a parchment that has been steep in a lineage potion. The resulting tree is considered to be extremely accurate." Sirius replied.
He jumped back as Silandra released a fearsome snarl her eyes burning a harsh gold as she growled "he stole my hatchling's blood?" Sirius felt tendrils of fear creep down his spine as she fixed him with her wrathful gaze "he would never have willing submitted his blood to a mere joor! How did it happen?!" she demanded and Sirius fought every instinct in him that screamed to run and hide.
"I don't know" he said, fighting to keep his voice free of trembles, knowing from his time with Remus that showing fear to such a predator would only make it worse. "I was given the parchment without being told how the blood was obtained. Getting angry with me will not give you answers" he told her with false calm.
Her eyes twitched and then returned to their original amber. "I will be looking into this." She promised in a steely voice. "The family tree on my side was correct and I assume the other half was verified?" she continued and Sirius nodded and she sighed "then it would appear that yes your Harry and my Aralas are one and the same. What shall we do now?" she asked, curiosity regaining a place in her eyes.
Sirius smiled hopefully "my other friend Remus would also love to meet harry again, he was James and my friend. I know that Hogwarts students are let out for the Christmas holidays, maybe we could celebrate together, get to learn more about each other, begin a friendship and let the last of the marauders to be a part of our pup's life" he said hopefully, watching her as the verdict was on her. She could deny him the ability to be a part of his Prongslet's life or grant him the chance to make up for his failure. Silandra's eyes looked deep into his own grey ones and he noticed how rich and beautiful they were.
"Yes. I shall grant you the chance to meet him and join us for his holiday from school. Whether or not you remain as a part of his life is up to him" she answered gently.
Sirius let out an ecstatic whoop and leapt to his feet jumping round the desk to heave to startled elf out of her chair. He swung her up and around in jubilation before he kissed her full on the mouth before realising what he had done and letting go of her and jumping away, embarrassment was quickly overrun by his happiness though. "Thank you, Thank you so much" he choked, a tear slipping from his eye. "When can I meet him?" he added hoping to direct the elf's mind away from what he had just done.
Silandra was blushing a deep crimson as she straightened her robes and tucked a stray hair back behind one pointed ear. "If you wish you can meet during the free period this evening. He is due to visit me, as he is my son I can't show any favoritism whilst he is here but he can still visit me." She paused and considered something. "You said there was another who wished to meet him. If you wish I can set up a portal to him so you can retrieve him and explain the situation."
Sirius's eyes lit up before he realised that he couldn't "I have to remain as a chaperone" he told her dolefully and she snorted.
"Nonsense, they are well and truly safe, our teachers and instructors are among the best fighters, thieves and mages in the province. The children will be well cared for. Go and bring your friend here and we shall discuss this new development until my son comes to speak with me tonight." She told him firmly striding toward the open space before the garden.
Sirius stared at her in confusion and amazement "how are you so calm about this? How are you so accepting of this?" he asked her in astonishment.
Silandra laughed "my life and family has not be normal since the day I left my father's home in Falinesti. If I didn't roll with every new revelation or event I would have been destroyed long before I entered Skyrim. Think of it as three hundred years' worth of practice. She told him with a chuckle. "Now tell me more of this friend of yours" she commanded and Sirius grinned.
Remus J. Lupin stared at the nearly half empty bottle of Firewhiskey and sighed. It was almost Halloween and now more than ever he had to fight the call of that god damned bottle. The first few years after Lily and James's death he and Sirius had taken turns climbing into a bottle to fight against the guilt. The only times they were sober was when they were madly searching the world for some sign that Harry was still alive.
Though no longer constantly so intoxicated that even his wolf staggered during the full moon, he still had to fight the urge to return to its burning embrace the closer it got to Halloween. Now, with it just a week away he could feel its siren song once more. There was a flash of deep purple light that had him leaping back, drawing his wand and knocking the evil bottle from the table, where it smashed on the floor. Not that Remus noticed as he was too busy fending of the eager Sirius Black who had bounded from the anomaly.
"Moony! Moony! I found him! I FOUND HIM!" the over excited man cried grabbing his shocked friend by the shoulders.
"Found Whom?" Remus managed to splutter as Sirius shook him in a frenzy.
"Harry Remus HARRY!" the man cried "Come on, his mom is waiting, we'll both get to meet Prongslet!" he cried.
Remus's eye grew wide and he stared at his friend "Harry?" he whispered and Sirius nodded enthusiastically, dragging him toward the portal.
"Come on Moony, we have to vet you past his mom. Get your wolfish ass through the portal!" Remus paused for a second before nodding and letting his adopted brother drag him through.
It felt like walking through a curtain of fine, cold mist only to emerge dry on the other side. The room on the other side was circular and made of stone. A high ceiling and a small indoor garden gave an impression of power but the warm lights and thick carpets with a merrily crackling fireplace gave it a feeling of warmth as well. Near the portal stood a small woman approximately five foot three with deep bronze skin, bright amber eyes, black hair and most astonishingly, a pair of elegant pointed ears. She was dressed in dark blue fur lined robes and wore a silver and blue circlet on her head. There was a sparking sound and the portal behind him closed with a snap.
"Moony this is Arch mage Silandra Stillglade. Mother of Aralas Stillglade, who we knew as Harry Potter." Sirius said joyfully beside him, gesturing to the elf woman before he added using the pureblood manners he'd never used before. "Lady Stillglade this is my friend and the other member of the Marauders: Remus John Lupin, also known as Moony."
The pair of them weren't listening however. Remus stared at her transfixed as his wolf went berserk inside him, clawing at his mind to get the reaction needed from him. Silandra's eyes had grown darker and there was a low throbbing sound in the air. It took Sirius a moment to realise that it was a growl. She bared her teeth and revealed a growing pair of canines and snarled once. The effect was immediate, Remus submitted to his lupine instincts and knelt, baring his throat and staring directly into her eyes.
She stared at him, her eyes hard before they softened and she broke the spell by smiling and walking over to him and helping him stand. "I see that you know how to greet an alpha young one." She said with a smile and Sirius gaped as he looked between the two.
"You mean…" he began and Silandra nodded "I am one of the wolf blood, much like your young friend here. The difference is that he does not embrace his gift." She turned her gaze to Lupin with a sad expression "those who do not embrace their wolf blood are doomed to forever fight with it, leading to repression which in turn leads to forced transformations during full moons. Were you not taught how by your sire or dam?" she asked curiously.
Remus could only shake his head in astonishment "I was bitten by a wolf notorious for his enjoyment of biting children and leaving them to be killed by their families or ostracised by society, I've never met a werewolf who has had control of their form" he said sadly only to jump back when Silandra snarled.
"As A CHILD! And then he just left you?" She demanded, anger snapping in her amber eyes "And NONE of you know how to control your wolf?!" she cried staring at him in shock.
He shook his head and she turned away, marching towards her desk with a purposeful stride and muttering to herself, Remus's keen ears picked up portions of them "…circle, can't allow… bastard down... not safe."
She scribbled furiously on a sheet of paper before holding it near a pile of blank sheets and snapping her fingers. The paper was copied three times before she walked to the door to the balcony and gave a long screeing shriek. Four large screech owls swooped towards the balustrade and she quickly tied each letter to one of their legs. All the while chattering and hooting to them. The four gave a hoot of acknowledgement and swept out into the cold wind, disappearing in a swirl of snow laden air.
Silandra turned back to the confused pair and waved her hand as if to dismiss what had just passed. "We'll get back to that later. Now then, Sirius here tells me that you were a family friend to James and Lily Potter" she said walking back over to them and ushering them into a small sitting area next to a fireplace. Remus nodded slowly, still in shock and Sirius grinned.
"Then I guess we should get to know one another until my son visits this evening" she said with a smile. The two men nodded eagerly and began their story. Silandra laughed and cried, admonished and praised at all the right points and when their tale came to an end she returned the favour.
What followed had both men with their jaws on the floor with the werewolf's eyes the size of saucers, he had almost gotten to his knees to beg for her to teach him how to control his wolf when she described her own experiences as a werewolf and Sirius had done an exaggerated kowtow to her when she had told how she had tricked the entire province to think that her friend Mjoll was the hero they sought whilst she robbed them blind.
They listened in rapt attention as she told them of raising her son and laughed at the stories she had told of his scrapes and pranks, proudly declaring that only a son of Prongs could get into that much trouble. The sun had begun to set and the tales were wrapping up.
"So when can we meet him?" Remus asked tentatively, Silandra smiled and was about to answer when there was a loud knock at the door.
She turned her large eyes to the men with a smile and said "right now."
A/N- TaDA! see told you I would keep writing. It just takes time as I am a student with a mountain of homework. Hope you all enjoy and a continued thanks to my sounding board Mystborn and the kind and wonderful Hermes6034 who has played a vital role in ensuring this story continued. I hope several of you have spotted the romance I hope to pursue and like it as much as I do.
Safe travels everyone! Trojan Seeress