I'm sorry I haven't written in a few days, it's been really busy and I've had a lot going on lately. But things are looking good now and I finally have a few spare minutes to sit down and write which is much needed.

I'm also stating that for the sake of this story, the Wolfsbane potion does not exist. Though I am fairly certain the potion did not exist when Severus was in Hogwarts, I am not 100 percent but even if it did exist, this is an AU story and for this plot, it doesn't exist yet.

I'd also like to thank everyone for sticking around and giving such positive comments. I love hearing from you guys and seeing what you think of the story and what you think should happen. When I receive suggestions, I do my best to try and squeeze them into the story whenever I can and if I can't, I try to find ways to include those suggestions into other stories.

I'm hoping to have the next chapter up soon. Thanks for reading :D

In the time Harry was recovering from his transformation, he started thinking about the things he read and had been told about the werewolf transformations. The idea that he had lost control of himself in such a manner was alarming for him. He did not like the feeling of being so out of control and he especially did not enjoy not being able to recall his memories from a whole night.

When he'd arrived back to the castle the next morning he was taken straight to the hospital wing where his injuries were healed. Remus had arrived about an hour before Harry did and was asleep while looking only a little better than him. But Remus' body was a little more used to these changes than his and his body didn't appear to be in shock from all of the changes.

By the time Harry made his way to the Slytherin common room, it was nearly noon and he was dead tired but his face was free of claw marks and bruises. He knew the only reason he was so pale was from sheer exhaustion that left him unable to tell how he actually managed to drag himself as far as his bed. He was so exhausted that he fell asleep before his face actually hit the pillow.

For the next couple days, Harry lounged in bed and rested. He didn't feel like doing much of anything and alternated between reading and sleeping. Severus brought his meals to him. By the time he was feeling well enough to go back to get out of bed, it was Monday and time to go back to class. It was moments like this that made him appreciate how far ahead in his homework assignments he was.

All during class, Harry got to thinking about everything he learned and his mind started coming up with a concept that if he was correct, it would change things for the better and all he had to do was test it out. At lunch time, he told Severus to meet him in the potions lab after classes and he went off to potions.

But his mind wasn't on what was happening in class; he was too busy thinking about all of the research he had been doing and what he was planning to try. Harry knew something like this hadn't been done before and if he was right, it was going to change things for a lot of people; lives would be made easier. But this would only happen if his theory was correct.

After potions class, Harry got permission from Slughorn to work in the potions lab for a few hours and the professor had no problem with this. After he pulled out the materials he had borrowed, stating he was going to be brewing an awakening potion; this was the only way he'd have been able to gain access to the Wolfsbane plant. He felt bad about lying but it was necessary for what he was doing or what he was trying to do. Severus would be another hour, so Harry quickly set to work with his experiment.

Making his way to the potions lab after transfiguration was exhausting and Severus couldn't wait to go take a long nap after he was done helping Harry with whatever he needed help with. He wasn't sure what Harry needed help with because the younger boy had been quite vague and mysterious when he asked him to meet in the potions lab.

The first thing he saw what he opened the door to the potions lab was Harry dragging a knife across his hand and blood dripping into a small dish.

"Harry! What are you doing?" Severus cried running towards Harry who was now wiping his bleeding hand with a small hand towel with a confused look crossing his face; until he realised why Severus was so upset.

"Don't worry. I just needed a little bit of my blood," Harry explained, pointed to the ingredients he had gathered before him. "Watch."

With a pair of tweezers, Harry took a wolfsbane leaf and dropped it into the little dish with his blood in it. Nothing happened immediately but soon different components in the blood began visibly responding and the blood dulled in color.

"If you look close enough, the werewolf component of the blood is neutralized. I just need to figure out how to stabilise it in a way that won't kill the drinker," Harry explained, showing Severus the mixture with a pair of magically enhanced glasses.

"What are you talking about?" Severus asked him with a confused look on his face, still concerned with Harry's bleeding hand.

"If it works, I think we can create a potion that will make werewolves less dangerous," Harry explained as he picked up several bits of parchment and threw them in his direction with a wide grin. "Remember when Remus said they line the door of the shrieking shack with wolfsbane because he can't leave. I want to great a potion that has a similar effect but keeps the wolf at peace enough that the person can keep their mind even in their wolf form."

Severus stared back at the little dish and back to Harry, his mind was reeling from everything he was hearing and questions immediately began flooding his mind.

"Do you have any ideas that could work? Most things that would bring the poison factor down might make it loose the effect you're looking for," Severus explained, staring at the little dish one more time before sitting down and reading Harry's notes more thoroughly. The ideas were good, the concepts were brilliant and the reasoning was sound. In theory, everything Harry had written should work but theory and practice were two different things.

"I'm going to attempt to make this for the next full moon and I want to test it out," Harry whispered excitedly. Severus wondered if this was a good idea, who knew how his body would actually react to such a potion. It was unpredictable and potentially dangerous.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing? Is it a good idea to test it on yourself?"

"It's either me or Remus and personally, I'd rather test it on myself," Harry said, not wanting to put his new friend in too much danger. "I just need your help with actually making the potion. Between the two of us, we should be able to make this happen."

Severus looked back and forth between the notes and Harry before giving a loud sigh of defeat. The younger boy was going to do it with or without his help, so figured creating and testing such a potion alone wasn't a good idea. At least this way he could try and keep anything too bad from happening.

They spent the rest of the evening testing different components of Harry's potion and like Severus had assumed, everything was going together as it should; within the next couple days the potion would be completed and they would be able to test it properly.

Making their way back to the Slytherin common room, Harry started scratching at the cut on his hand where he had taken the blood. Severus made a note to give him some salve for that before he went to bed.

Classes were hard for Harry the next day, he wanted to work more on his potion but he had to focus on transfiguring a cotton ball into cotton candy. So far only Harry, Alex and a girl called Katy had succeeded. One boy was mumbling about why they had to make muggle sweets when there were better things they could be doing with their time; he was the only one who hadn't at least turned his cotton ball pink.

By the end of class, only four students had gotten cotton candy; three had given up and somehow a Gryffindor girl blew her cotton ball up. One Gryffindor boy had lost a few points for throwing his cotton balls out the window.

Since it was the last class of the day, Harry went back to the potions lab and worked for a little while until Severus found him. At first, he was confused as to why Severus was wearing pajamas until he realised it was nearly bedtime; he'd lost track of time and had missed supper. His stomach let out a loud growl to declare its frustration at being forgotten for such a long time. He hadn't even realised how hungry he was until he stopped focussing on the potion for the first time that evening.

As he stood up, his stomach let out a noise that resembled a whale's mating call causing Severus to chuckle lightly.

"I'm guessing you skipped supper."

Rolling his eyes, Harry nodded and rubbed his stomach, which was starting to feel emptier by the second.

"I have some biscuits left from mum's last package if you want them?" Severus said to Harry whose face lit up brightly at the offer. "You shouldn't focus so much on something that you miss dinner."

"I know, I just found something that was going in the right direction and I couldn't leave."

Severus looked thoughtful for a few seconds before he burst into laughter. Harry stared at him as though he had grown a second head.

"I'm sorry, it's just funny that you tell me I'm the youngest potions master in the world when you appear to be taking that record from me yourself," Severus said chuckling.

"I'm sorry..."

"I don't care, it's just funny when you think about it."

With a shrug Severus lead Harry towards the common room; neither said anything for a few minutes as they were both lost in thought.

Harry was thinking about the potion and what he could do to make it safer. He was nervous about the idea of testing it but it was something that would have to be done eventually and it would have to be him to do it. Afterall, who in their right mind would test out a potion created by an eleven-year-old that was created around a highly poisonous plant? It was obvious finding volunteers to test this potion would be impossible, especially since he only knew one other werewolf.

The next morning, Severus and Harry sat in the Great Hall watching as James made a couple attempts to strike up conversations with Lily Evans. Harry was torn conflicted in how he felt about the interaction; he was glad to see James being rejected so hard because he was too full of himself and worried for his own sake about what would happen if James and Lily somehow didn't end up together. It's not like he could go back to his time anyway.

After a few seconds, Lily finally rolled her eyes and stormed out of the Great Hall; she looked furious about something James had said. Even James' friends were staring at him with various looked of disbelief and anger. After receiving a few pointed glances from Sirius and Remus, James finally got a hint and dashed out after Lily. James had probably said something more conceited and egotistical than usual but Lily didn't just look annoyed, she looked really upset. Severus, who had been watching the exchange as well, glanced at Harry as though the younger boy somehow had answers about what had just happened.

"I hope everything is okay," Harry said, wondering if Lily was going to be okay.

Severus nodded in agreement, as he stared towards the Great Hall doors, his eyes wide with concern as they always were when he was given reason to believe anything was wrong with Lily. For the millionth time since arriving to the past, Harry found himself wondering exactly how Lily and James winded up together; how did Lily not wind up dating Severus Snape?