Hey everyone,
So, I'm going to be honest here. I wanted to do the next chapter about Harry staying at London for some time, but I had trouble with that, because I had lost track of how much time had passed since Harry's trial, which was on the twelfth. So I reread the story and decided that last chapter was 3 days after the starting chapter.
Also, I adapted the new poll, which concerns Rituals and Readings and I added what will happen once the chosen books have been read. As you know – or those that read these ANs know – there might just come a prophesy stating that Pettigrew is supposed to be the actual Dark Lord, but that too is up to all of you guys,
So – vote, please,

Venquine1990
PS. For Rules Check chapter 01.


Chapter 13
Thoughts And Talks – Part 01

23rd of August 1995
Remus' POV

It's been four days since Harry came back from America to England, yet while the boy had cried for at least an hour in his father's robe, had Sirius been the only one of the two to accept staying here to watch over his kids, even if Thalia is not actually his or the fact that Zeus tried convincing him to come back with him.
Yet as much as the black-haired man loves his divine god of a man, had his love for his son overcome these feelings and Zeus had happily accepted this, nodding in love before using the same cloud like method of traveling as before to go back to Olympus, yet not before aggravating the other kids with the teasing hint:
"Don't forget, you'll learn of the surprise in a few weeks time. And Sirius, I expect you there when they do." Yet while Sirius had send the man a playful glare had the others not been bothered by the tease until later as they still worried for Harry, especially because the boy seemed to be fighting with himself not to close up again.

And that is a battle he has been fighting for some time now, the other kids having chosen rooms close to Harry's own, which the twins had completely rinsed and cleansed once they discovered what their maniac of a brother had done and with help from Hermione, who knew Greek Mythology like a pro, had they changed the room entirely.
Sirius himself had been beyond amazed at seeing what had come from the room and Harry had shown his first small smile of the day when he saw the cloud-like décor and soft and darker tints of blue and white that were spread all around the room, from pillows on the beds and chairs, to the very ceiling which looked like the morning sky.

Yet the one thing that worries me most is that, whenever Harry isn't around his new Camp friends and apparent sister or spending time with Sirius, he draws back and retreats to the room, doing who knows what and doing it in such silence I'm not even sure he is actually doing anything in there at all and then coming back out to eat.
The others are also very worried about this, yet the kids apparently have another reason for concern, one they explained to us the first night after Sirius made sure Harry went to bed early to rest up and get back the energy he had used to travel from America to England and even from the Ministry to the Weasleys and then here.
After the man had done so, had he sat down with Thalia and the others and had he summoned as many important Order members as possible, most of them coming solely to welcome him back on home ground and ask about Harry, yet the man had been tight-lipped and unmoving on the second topic as he had said:

"We have more problematic matters to discuss." And the tone he had used to say this had silenced all those who might have wanted to object to this before Albus had tried – and failed – to get Thalia and the others out of the room, the five of them even going so far as to show off a small sample of their own powers to prove their worth.
Albus himself had gotten the full blow of how Nico Di Angelo felt when angry and he had instantly accepted that the kids were capable enough of staying, before Thalia had blown any of his arguments out the window as she had sat down and said: "Good, I'd expect you'd want to listen to the one who discovered these matters anyway."
And while Albus had been shocked that it had, again, been a group of kids that had solved something mysterious – something that very much reminds me of Harry's third – had some of the others groaned and had Arthur even asked: "Why is it always the kids? Why are we so blind not to see these matters ourselves? Why?"

And while Ethan had felt slightly insulted by this, had he not voiced it and had we instead discussed their discovery. Needless to say the idea that a Titan who is supposed to resemble Chinese Noodles being alive and strong enough to convert both Monsters and Demigods to his side gives me the chills more than Voldemort does.
Not to mention the fact that many of those around me had feared for their lives and, after the meeting, had left whispering about whether or not it might be safe for them to leave the Order and emigrate somewhere, yet I had refuted them all and told them: "We're talking Titans here, nowhere in the world is safe anymore."
And while those that had whispered this amongst each other had felt bad for being overheard, had they felt even worse when they realized I was right. Since then has it become very obvious that the Order has a new goal to exist for; keeping Voldemort and Kronos apart – either that or try to push them up against each other in battle.
The second idea had come from the twins, who had even joked and called it a win-win situation, yet while I can only shiver at the idea of those two power-houses going up against each other, do I feel as if my future is more ensured if this happens than if we try to fight the two at the same time, which might just happen seeing recent events.

I then shake my head and sigh, hating how, even after four days, the events of that day still haunt me, but then Moony riles up within me and growls: "Forget that meeting, the cub needs us." And that is something I can indeed agree with my inner wolf on as Sirius had actually encouraged me to use this time to bond with Harry.
Yes, I feel bad that so far I have yet to do so and I had even explained to the mother of the cub why I hadn't done so before, explaining that some kind of magic constantly fought Moony's desire to be with his cub and Sirius had grumbled at this: "Must be either the Blood Wards Albus set up or that blasted witch of a woman."
And while part of me hates to believe that Albus had overworked the Blood Wards in his need to keep Harry safe from his fame and the Magical World, had the idea that a woman who had shown to be so friendly and loving scared me even more, yet Alastor had convinced me I was completely clean of any and all kinds of spells.

I then look at the door I am standing in front of, only to get shocked as a soft voice asks: "Are you waiting for me to invite you in? Cause if so, you might want to knock." I take a step back in shock before opening the door and finding Harry lying on his bed, which is near the window and gazing up at the ceiling of his room.
"How did you –?" I ask and Harry answers: "Gaze at something long enough and your stare becomes intense. I kind of felt the presence of someone staring, but I didn't know it was you. Thought it was Hermione, really." And the sadness that sounds through Harry's voice cuts me deep as he must still be doubting his friendship with the girl.

"Harry, Hermione is truly loyal to you. She –.""Let her say it and I'll believe it." Harry interrupts me and while I hate how cold my pack cub sounds, do I know Sirius well enough to know his son probably inherited his stubborn streak and thus just nod, close the door behind me and seat myself at the other bed.
"Harry –." I want to say, but the boy interrupts me and says: "They knew." The apathy in his voice shocking me more than the fact that he interrupts me and I ask: "Knew?" Yet the boy seems to believe I understand as he continues: "They must have known." Hating how I just don't understand him, do I do the only thing I can and ask:
"Who knew, cub?" Using the little nickname as evidence that I want to understand him and get in contact with him and he says: "Who Scabbers really was. Molly and the others must have known. Why else would an avid Light-sided mother like Molly turn as dark and selfish and drag her kids alongside her?
She must have known who Pettigrew was and be taught by him how to betray others without leaking evidence that you're doing so. After all, Pettigrew had been leaking info to Voldemort for a year before he betrayed James and Lily, mum said so himself, remember. So they knew – and they just let him rot in prison."

This shocks the living daylights out of me, the fact that, in the days I have been gathering the courage to reunite with my pack-cub, he mulled over whatever else the traitors of the Weasley family could have caused or done to his family and then Harry sighs and says: "I guess it was just his part of the fifteen years of suffering."
Which makes me cringe as the memory of a prophesy that actually predicted that two members of my pack would suffer for a decade and a half is one I would rather forget and then I take a deep breath and say: "Harry, I understand that you'd want to completely understand why the traitors did what they did – but that's not why I'm here."
And this is what causes Harry to do what I had hoped as he turns his face my way, yet when he does, do his emerald green eyes look dull and almost lifeless, making me wonder if there's even still a child alive inside my cub, yet Moony rears out in anger at me for thinking so and I get up off my bed and move over to his.

I sit down at the edge and softly put my hand on his shoulder, Harry's almost empty eyes following my every move as I do and I say: "I've been discussing with the others what could have kept a creature as loyal as Moony – as loyal as the both of us – from you for all these years and – we came with two conclusions."
The boy tilts his head and while I hate how this will play along with his own thoughts of the last few days, do I say: "I think for the first ten years, it was either that the Blood Wards Albus put up around you kept you so far away from your fame that they intercepted my mail to you – or that Petunia did it out of her hate for magic."
The boy nods, his eyes still empty and void of emotion and while wishing I could get the boy back that was so determined to learn the Patronus charm at age thirteen, do I go on and say: "However, when it comes to your years at Hogwarts." But Harry interrupts me again and coldly says: "You broke your word." Shocking me.

I look at him and he says: "You said you were sure we'd meet again real soon. I didn't see or hear from you until the Order needed you to pick me up together with a man I thought I had known for a year and whole bunch of strangers that cared more for my parents or fame than really about who I was. You broke your word."
Yet, while the boy speaks these terribly accusing – and horrifying accurate – words, does his tone not lose the apathy, but then Sirius, who had apparently realized that I was planning to talk with his son comes in and says: "Not entirely, pup." Making us both look at him as he stands in the doorway before he goes on:
"I checked all of Ron's things seeing how the gods didn't take those when they arrested him and the rest. Several gifts that Remus has, apparently, been sending you this past year were all hidden in a secret section of his trunk; in the lid, which was charmed with an Undetectable Extension charm. Pretty nifty hiding place, I'll admit."
This doesn't just shock me, but Harry as well, the emptiness finally leaving his eyes as they turn wide with shock and then the man waves his wand, apparently summoning the gifts I had send Harry and says: "Guess we were right to believe those bastards cruel enough to invade other people's privacy and rights of contact.

Here you go, Remus. I think these are a little overdue with being given to the right person." And while the man then sends a warm, loving smile to each of us individually, mine filled with a touch of loyalty and Harry's with a strong hint of family love, does the man leave, my own arms now filled with all the gifts I had bought over the last year.
The both of us look at these gifts in shock and Harry, his voice tiny with hope, asks: "So you – you did stay in contact?" I nod and mutter: "I just constantly got notes back saying you would just share the stuff with your friends and that I should stop bothering. Moony never accepted those, so he convinced me to just keep going."
"I never send those." Harry says, his eyes now filled with tears, showing his desperate need for me to believe him and while I set the gifts on the bed in between us, do I smile at him and hug the boy close, using Moony's strength to convey how much I care for the fifteen year old cub and I whisper: "I know, cub, I know."
And like that we stay, Harry crying a little in my shirt and me rubbing his back as he does, Moony within me softly growling in content pride with my actions and the two of us feeling as if we're in a world of our own; one where we can reunite as a pack and where it's just the two of us who make the pack; just me and my cub.


Aaah, how sweet.
So next chapter will be Hermione, who will also face some personal problems before she goes and talks with Harry, her having been told by Sirius not to approach Harry until the day after, but she will prove herself loyal to Harry and Harry will prove her that the Gods actually have good reason to go and test the teachers as well.
No, I don't mean Snape, I mean someone else. I won't reveal who, but I am willing to give you, my loyal readers, a little hint. Which teacher, other than Hagrid and Dumbledore, is just as outgoing with their emotions and just as ever-present in practically all the books as Snape? Answer that and you'll get the hint.
Have fun,

Venquine1990