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"I just need to avoid meeting them and I'll be fine." Harry said with a frustrated sigh. The feeling of a rune outside his home being tripped alerted him to someone near the house. He grabbed his wand and went to see who it was hoping he could get away with delivering a nasty injury if it was Wyatt ...

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"Albus, please tell me." Remus pleaded softly despite knowing this was going to hurt him in some way.

Albus smiled sadly, "I vow-"

"Don't, Albus ... I don't need you of all people to vow that you're telling the truth." Remus said positive that he could trust the old wizard.

"Ok ... when you told me about your cub I asked Severus and Lucius when we went over to visit Severus. Both of them were spies so they knew better than anyone what went on in the Dark Lord's army. The only incident involving a child hurt by their hands was a young homeless boy who lived. That is all ... there were no child deaths." Albus said sternly making sure Remus understood that much before he explained the more complicated details.

"None? ... but ... they lied about my cub ... what the hell really happened?! Is my cub alive? Please! I need to know!" Remus exclaimed before biting his lip to stop from crying.

The headmaster put a comforting hand on Remus's shoulder as Peter came down the stairs to see what was going on, "It's a ... horrific story. Many of the details are too personal to share, but I will tell you what needs to be said to explain the story. When Lily and James picked up their son they took him to St. Mungo's. He was labeled a squib and they ... the details of the abuse was horrid and not mine to share, but he ended up being abandoned on the streets of Knockturn alley after four years of hell with the dead elf who he was left with as an infant."

"The homeless boy you mentioned?" Remus choked out through his sobs. He only kept from breaking down completely because Peter's strong arms wrapped around him gently providing more love and support than he ever felt before.

"Yes ... the homeless boy was your cub. He took the name of the homeless man who saved him that day and the last name of the man who smuggled him to America to heal his wounds... and train eventually him in magic." Albus said getting ready for the interesting part

Remus sniffled, "But you said ..." The werewolf let his sentence drop trying to do the math. The Bylines were developed in America a few years ago so perhaps his cub was among the first, "Did he go into the Bylines?"

"Not exactly." Albus said as he smiled softly, "He developed the Bylines. His name is Harry Minitree and he will be at St. Mungo's tomorrow ... and he suspects something is wrong with James and Violet. The Potters aren't capable of not trying to control every tiny detail of their world and will use violence if they have to-"

Remus shook his head furiously, "No, I would know if they were hurt! They only ever smelled of honey water when I saw them not blood!" Remus exclaimed, but there was a nagging feeling that concerned him. are James and Violet in some kind of danger?

"Honey water? Remus are you sure about that?" Peter asked looking a little concerned.

"Yes. Every time I came over the kids smelled of it. I thought it was a soap or something ... it's a soap, right?" Remus asked feeling his nerves slowly become cold with fear as Peter and Albus exchanged a glance.

Peter chose to answer the question, "You don't have a pack and you're not an Auror or from a pureblood family. I guess Black never told you, but there is a potion that smells like honey water and completely removes the smell of blood from any surface when it's applied. Bathe in it and it will hide the smell of open wounds and sex. Aurors use it when dealing with vampires and werewolves ... or they used to. Even the smell of honey water evaporates after a few minutes though the potion remains active for at least a week. They must practically spray their kids right before you arrive-"