Harry's Adventures as a Werewolf

22. Remus

Harry seemed on edge after his announcement.  Remus just looked at him with a steady eye, trying to figure out what was bothering his pup. 

"How can you be so calm right now? I just told you I think Fenrir Greyback is my mate. The same guy who turned you into a werewolf when you were just a kid. How can you ever forgive him for that so we can live in peace? How can I ever forgive him for that?" Harry practically yelled. 

Understanding crossed Remus' face as he finally figured out what was bothering Harry. He decided now was the time to tell him about his childhood. 

"Harry, things are not quite what they seem. Yes Fenrir bit me changing me into a werewolf when I was just a kid, but at the time he felt he had no choice."

"Had no choice? What could a little kid do to a big bad werewolf? Of course he had a choice."

"Not really Harry. You see it wasn't what I could do to him but what my father was doing to his pack." Remus stated calmly. "I come from a long line of Vampire and Werewolf hunters. My family found it to be their mission to wipe them out to protect Muggles and Wizards alike. My father was very good at his job. At 8 years old, my father felt I was old enough to start learning. I rebelled, even at such a young age. I felt they were not all bad. They had no choice in their fate. They were either born into it or turned against their will and were doing the best they could to survive. 

"After one particularly harsh punishment/training session, I learned to keep my opinions to myself. It wasn't worth it to fight him anymore. I still didn't believe what he was doing and trying to make me do, but fighting him was like trying to fight a brick wall. It only hurts you. Not the wall. 

"That year my father was relentless about getting Fenrir's pack. The attacks had been going on for months with several of Fenrir's Packmates and even pups being killed. Fenrir, being the leader of the pack, needed to find a way to protect them. He moved them deeper and deeper into the forest and even changed forests but it was no use. My father always found them. 

"One night I was sleeping with my window open. I guess that is how Fenrir came in. I woke up to him standing over me. He looked at me with sad eyes and apologized. I asked him what he was apologizing for. He told me for what he was about to do. He saw, during one attack, that my father protected me from a warrior of his. That was when he realized I was the key to saving his pack. My father loved me and would always protect me no matter what. I knew he was right. 

"Next thing I know Fenrir is biting my shoulder and I am screaming in pain. He jumps out the window and my father rushes into my bedroom to see what is wrong. When my father realized I was turned into a werewolf, he was angry at Fenrir. However, he couldn't very well keep killing werewolves and leave me alive since I was a werewolf as well. So he stopped hunting that night. He did everything he thought was right to help me. 

"Unfortunately, that making a cage in the basement with silver chains. He would chain me up every full moon. He never bothered to do research on what a werewolf needed or anything. So I grew up not knowing either. It wasn't until Dumbledore showed up on our doorstep on my 11 birthday to tell me about Hogwarts, that I finally saw light at the end of the tunnel. I made friends and did research in the library." Remus stopped and looked at Harry hoping he understood that he was telling him.

"Remmy, if you did research, then why is all your information about werewolves so wrong?" Harry asked.

"Harry, you have to understand. Those books were all written by people like my father. There are no books written by a werewolf who has lived in a pack and with their wolf in harmony. I didn't know all this was possible until you became a werewolf and taught your teacher." Remus smiled.

"So you're not mad at Fenrir for changing you. You will accept him as my alpha?"

"Yes cub, I will. Don't get me wrong. I am not thrilled with being a werewolf. It has completely ruined my life, but I understand why Fenrir did what he did and I don't blame him. I blame my father." 

Trying to change the subject Remus looks at Harry with a smirk and says, " Two mates huh?"

"Oh shush" Harry blushes. "Just another thing to make me not normal I guess."

"Don't say that, Cub. Between the two of us I am the one not normal. On your first turn you figured out what is taught in packs without being in one. I didn't. I regressed Mooney and denied him his freedom. Causing him a lot of pain."

"Remmy, you were raised in a loving but ignorant family. Because it was a loving family, you felt you could trust your father to help you during your full moons. You can't blame yourself for that. I was raised without love. which taught me to fend for myself and trust in myself and Skoll is part of me so I trust him."

"You only trust Skoll?"

"No, I trust you as well. It took me a long time. But I do trust you, and I am glad you trust me enough to tell me your story. So many things make sense now. Thank you."

"You're welcome Cub,"