23 June 1994

There was a terrible snarling noise. Lupin's head was lengthening. So was his body. His shoulders were hunching. Hair was sprouting visibly on his face and hands, which were curling into clawed paws. Crookshank's hair was on end again; he was backing away—

As the werewolf reared, snapping its long jaws, Sirius disappeared from Harry's side. He had transformed. The enormous, bearlike dog bounded forward.

The werewolf ducked under the giant dog to wrench itself free of the manacle. The chain snapped; the werewolf turned to Ron.

"RON!" Harry bellowed, already running towards them. The dog had just managed to turn around and was leaping towards the werewolf. Harry held up his arms defensively as Ron, unsteady on his bandaged leg, fell. The werewolf swiped at Harry, his claws tearing long, gaping gashes into Harry's face and throwing him to the ground. It stood over Harry, saliva dripping onto Harry's face and into the bleeding gashes, even though Harry held his arms over his face in futile defense. There were two bangs accompanied by flashes of light behind the werewolf, but it didn't move, it only gazed down at Harry.

Hermione screamed. "Expelliarmus!"

Harry couldn't look away from the werewolf's eyes, even though the creature's saliva continued to drip on his face. Its eyes were dark, completely devoid of Lupin's solemn focus and compassion. There was a heavy footstep beside the werewolf and the moment was broken. The beast turned towards Sirius and snarled, but Sirius remained still, his ears back and a low whine emitting from deep in his chest. Sirius looked at Harry sadly. The werewolf opened its jaws and bit down on Harry's right arm. Harry screamed as the werewolf started to drag him away towards the Forbidden Forest.

"Harry!" Hermione screamed, but Sirius turned towards her and growled. She froze in shock as Sirius blocked her from following. "He's going to kill Harry!" She whimpered, pointing her trembling wand at Sirius.

Sirius growled again, and Hermione took a step back. He looked pointedly towards Ron, then turned and bounded after Harry and the werewolf. When reached them, he licked Harry's uninjured cheek then grabbed a mouthful of the shoulder of Harry's robes and helped drag him into the Forbidden Forest.

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By the time they stopped in a well-made hollow deep in the Forbidden Forest, Harry's robes were nearly shredded, and his back was caked with dirt and leaves. Sirius paced in the entrance of the hollow, his gaze shifting anxiously between Harry and the forest outside. The werewolf pinned Harry to the ground with both giant paws before the boy could scramble away. Harry screamed and ineffectually tried to push the werewolf away. When the creature started to lick the gashes on Harry's face, the boy squeezed his eyes closed and went still.

Suddenly, the werewolf froze and turned towards the entrance. Sirius turned towards the entrance, peering out. Suddenly, the bearlike dog's ears flattened and he crouched, a pitiful, terrified whine rising from deep in his chest. The air went cold and Harry felt himself shiver with fear.

Outside the hollow, dementors approached, sweeping through the forest. The werewolf, its tail tucked tightly between its legs, caught Harry's injured arm in his jaws again and dragged the boy into the deepest part of the hollow. Sirius followed and as soon as the werewolf released Harry, laid down on top of the boy, completely covering him under the dog's bulk. Even with the giant dog's heavy warmth, Harry still felt the piercing cold of the dementors. Harry shivered and clung to Sirius' filthy, matted fur with his uninjured arm. He could feel the dog's ribs under his hands, realizing that Sirius would be much bigger when he wasn't skin and bones. The werewolf paced protectively around them, occasionally turning and bumping Sirius with his nose.

For a moment, all the moonlight was obscured by the bodies of the dementors. Harry could barely breathe underneath Sirius' weight, but it insulated him from the dementor's effects, hiding him beneath the animal. Sirius shivered on top of him and released a long, pitiful whine. The werewolf growled when the creatures creeped too close to them and the abominations quickly retreated from the hollow.

After what felt like hours, the dementors continued on and Sirius rose from his place atop Harry and the werewolf resumed its ministrations of Harry's wounds. Sirius lay beside Harry, his eyes closed, but his ears perked for any change in the werewolf's intentions.

When Harry's wounds were as clean as the werewolf could make them, the werewolf left the boy lying on the floor and pawed at Sirius' head. Harry slowly inched away from the two beasts as they started to wrestle in the hollow, chasing each other around. The werewolf tried to bound out of the hollow, enticing Sirius to run, but Sirius remained just outside the hollow, refusing to leave. The werewolf bounded off alone and Sirius remained, his giant frame standing guard outside the hollow.

Harry slowly stood and crept along one wall. He made it three steps out of the hollow before his toe struck a tree root with an audible thump. Sirius turned to face him.

Slowly, Harry backed away. "Please, Mr. Black. Don't hurt me. I'll do anything you want—please don't hurt me!"

Sirius flattened his ears and whined, glancing in the direction the werewolf went. After a brief moment, he transformed. "I won't hurt you, Harry. I would never hurt you. The werewolf is about to come back so I only have a moment. I promise, I'll explain everything in the morning when it's safe, okay? Please, Harry—" Sirius broke off and transformed. Harry tried to dash away, but Sirius swiftly intercepted him and caught the side of Harry's robes in his teeth, gently but firmly tugging Harry back into the hollow. Harry struggled and screamed, trying to escape. A moment later, the werewolf returned, a large rabbit in its jaws. Harry, stiff with terror, allowed Sirius to drag him back into the hollow.

It followed Sirius and Harry into the hollow, then roughly pushed Harry down in the back of the hollow. The werewolf ripped off a strip of the rabbit's haunch and dropped it in Harry's lap, then ripped the rest in half, dropping one half in front of Sirius and beginning to devour the other half. Sirius dug into his piece, devouring it in seconds. The werewolf ate just as quickly. Both animals settled to gnawing the bones, but Harry tossed his piece between them in disgust. Sirius watched Harry carefully while the werewolf snatched up the piece and voraciously consumed it. Harry glared back, but eventually retreated into the corner of the hollow. The werewolf stretched, then padded over to Harry and sat beside him. Even with the werewolf's fur brushing his leg, Harry eventually succumbed to the exhaustion and pain, falling asleep propped against the wall of the hollow. He didn't wake until Remus' pained scream from the reversing transform woke him.

Remus collapsed on the floor of the hollow, exhausted and as soon as the transformation was complete, Sirius transformed as well and crouched beside him. Sirius glanced at Harry as he steered Remus around so he wouldn't see Harry, who stayed slumped against the wall, his injured arm pressed against his stomach.

"Sirius? I remember—Sirius, what happened? Are the kids okay?"

"It's going to be okay, Remus, it's going to be okay."

"I remember—my mouth tastes like blood—human blood. Who did I hurt?"

"They're alive, Remus. They're alive. Calm down."

"Who did I hurt? Sirius, tell me!"

Sirius glanced at Harry before he could stop himself. Remus turned around to see the boy huddled in the corner.

"Sirius, why is Harry here? Sirius! Why is he here? What did I do?" Remus nearly screamed the last part.

"You're not the wolf, Remus. You're not the wolf."

"Now is not the time for that nonsense. Tell me, what did I do?"

Sirius hesitated.

"Tell me now, Sirius, or I swear—"

"You'll what, Remus? You don't even have a wand."

"Please, Sirius, what did I—What did the wolf do?"

Sirius took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, Remus. I tried to stop the wolf. You transformed and I tried to drive the wolf away from everyone, but when I jumped, the wolf dodged. It tried to attack the Weasley boy, but then—but Harry jumped in front of him. The wolf knocked Harry down—that's how he got the scratches on his face—but before I could knock the wolf away, it froze. I don't know how it happened. The werewolf just stared at Harry for the longest time—then it got defensive. I was going to knock it away, but then the wolf turned to me. It recognized me, it must have recognized Harry as Prong's blood—that's the only explanation I can think of. It shouldn't be possible."

"James' wards."

"There aren't any wards that can keep a werewolf out."

"After Harry was born. At my request, James figured out how to create a ward that would prevent me from harming Harry. It only worked on me but I thought the ward died with James—that's why I never sought Harry out afterward. After James cast the ward, he introduced the wolf to Harry to make sure the ward would hold. It worked—the wolf accepted Harry as kin. Part of it must have survived James or the wolf must have recognized him. Thank Merlin! Harry's safe!"

Remus started to smile, but it faded when he saw Sirius' expression.

"It did work, right? I—the wolf didn't hurt him?"

"Remus—" Sirius broke off for a moment. "The wolf dragged Harry here by the arm—treated him the same way he treated me and James when we were injured during adventures."

"No—" Remus turned to Harry. "Harry, let me see the wounds."

Harry didn't move, shrinking away from the two adults and glaring defiantly at them. Sirius stayed on the other side of the hollow.

"Harry, please, I have to know whether you've been infected." Remus pleaded desperately.

Reluctantly, Harry closed his eyes and turned his head to the side to give Remus a clearer view of the claw marks on his face. Remus gently touched the swollen tissue around the cuts.

"Your arm, now. Please, Harry."

Harry slowly uncurled his arm from his body and held the trembling limb out for Remus to examine. Remus peeled back the sleeve Harry had wrapped around it and took the boy's hand to hold the arm steady. After a moment examining it in the dim, morning light, Remus carefully rewrapped the arm in the sleeve and released Harry's hand.

Remus stood up and started to trudge towards the exit. Sirius stood up and stepped in his path.

"You're not going anywhere, Remus. You can't leave him. Not now, not when you're the only person who can understand what he is about to go through."

"That would be cruel. I made him into a monster, Sirius! Even if he wants to be around me, I won't. I won't get his hopes up. The moment someone finds out that he's a werewolf, that I turned him, they'll have me executed, Sirius. I'm not a pureblood like you, Sirius, I can't get away with only a life sentence in Azkaban—it doesn't matter if a werewolf victim survives. They're going to execute me and it's going to be public—a warning to other werewolves and a sport for the rest of the wizarding world. I won't get Harry's hopes up."

"No one will find out about the lycanthropy. We'll turn in Pettigrew, clear my name, and then everything will be better, Remus. Dumbledore will help him the same way he helped you and we can be with him every single moon."

"Harry is the Boy-Who-Lived! There's no way for him to keep lycanthropy hidden for long!"

"Dumbledore will protect him."

"Dumbledore didn't even lift a finger to help you! He still thinks you're guilty! It's only a matter of time before they search the forest—they're probably already searching!"

"The dementors already searched during the night. I can hide Harry from them again if they try again and we both know that not even Hagrid comes this deep into the Forbidden Forest and the hollow still has our enchantments from when we were in school. Only Dumbledore or the Map can find us now."

"The map that is currently sitting open on my desk and Dumbledore, who still thinks you're guilty."

"Remus—"

"Don't make me force you, Sirius."

"No, I won't let you walk away from me, Remus. Not like this."

"You can't stop me." Remus shoved Sirius back. Sirius landed on all fours, transforming into a giant dog and blocking the exit. Remus tried to push past the dog, but he was too big—far bigger than Remus, who didn't have a wand to even the odds. When Remus took a step back, Sirius returned to his human form.

"We're going to wait here. We're going to wait here for Dumbledore to find us. He will find us. We'll explain everything. Dumbledore will fix everything."

Remus gave in, although he clearly didn't believe Sirius, and went to sit down against the wall to Harry's right. Sirius sat down in front of the exit.

"Harry, do you have your wand?" Remus asked quietly.

With his uninjured hand, Harry reached his robes until he found his wand and pulled it out, but his hand was shaking. Harry immediately dropped it and clenched his fists, leaving it on the ground beside him.

"Good. Harry I'm going to tell you how to close the wounds. The spell is obligo. Take your wand tip and touch the wound then say the spell while visualizing the flesh sealing together."

"Remus, he's only thirteen."

"Would you prefer for me to take him to St. Mungo's?"

"Do it yourself, Remus. You know how much practice the spell takes, and Harry can't use his right arm to cast it."

"I lost my wand."

"Use Harry's."

"No. I won't take anything else from him."

"Just fix it," Harry interrupted quietly. "Please. Just fix it. It hurts."

"Harry—" Remus said quietly.

"I'll wait outside," Sirius stated.

As soon as Sirius left, Remus scooted closer to Harry and stopped, barely within arm's reach. Harry held out his wand and Remus took it gently, grasping Harry's trembling hand in his.

"It's okay, Harry. The lycanthropy will settle once the sun finishes rising."

"So it's true? I'm a werewolf now?"

"I'm sorry, Harry. I should have been more careful."

"I'm not going to be able to go back to Hogwarts, am I?"

"It depends on what your friends said and did last night. It depends on whether Severus kept his mouth shut."

"I was just trying to protect Ron."

"I'm sorry, Harry." Remus knelt in front of Harry and touched Harry's wand to one of the claw marks on his face. "Obligo," he murmured. The cut closed, leaving an ugly, puckered scar. Remus repeated the spell until Harry's face and arm were free of open wounds.

"It still hurts."

"I know. They're going to hurt anytime the moon is close to full. The infecting wound is the worst. Injuries from other werewolves may leave scars, but after the first ones, they heal quickly."

Remus sat down beside Harry and returned his wand.

"Mr. Black said—" Harry began. "I suppose it doesn't matter anymore."

There was a long silence.

"Is Mr. Black coming back?"

"He will when I call him."

"Can he hear us?"

"No, nothing that happens inside the hollow can be heard on the outside. Your father was particularly good at that enchantment. He was good at wards in general."

"He was?"

"Your father was brilliant in a lot of things. You probably already know this, but his best subject was Transfiguration. He had such an amazing imagination that he could transfigure anything he wanted. If it wasn't for him, we wouldn't have access to half the resources, especially after James' mother cut his allowance when she found out he was using it for pranks. In fact, you know those trick steps all over the castle?"

Harry nodded.

"They were all your parents' work. James wanted to go out with a bang so to speak and Lily had a near-perfect record. While inadvisable, your parents combined Transfiguration and Charms, their two best subjects, to spread hundreds of pranks all over the castle."

"You said that Dumbledore didn't help Mr. Black—that means Dumbledore was one of the people responsible for Mr. Black not getting a fair trial."

"Even I thought that Sirius was guilty, Harry. Anyone who thought Sirius was the secret keeper would have thought that Sirius was the only person who could sell you and your parents out. There was no need for a trial."

"Do you think Dumbledore can really help?"

"No, Harry. I don't think Dumbledore can help. Lycanthropy is extremely dangerous, even if it's only for one night every month. It's only a matter of time before someone figures it out. We don't have a clue what has happened in the castle, so we don't even know if it's safe to go back. Just walking out of this forest, scarred but alive, could be enough evidence for the Ministry to declare you a werewolf, unless your friends made up a story about what happened."

"Professor—"

"Just Remus, Harry, or Moony if you're comfortable with it. I don't deserve to be a professor anymore."

"You're the best Defense teacher we've ever had."

"I'm glad to hear that, Harry."

"Er, Remus—" Harry started to ask, but stopped.

"You can ask me anything you want. I owe you that."

"Why didn't Mr. Black stop you—I mean, the wolf from dragging me off?"

Remus sighed. "As big as Sirius' animagus is, he's no match for a werewolf—he never was. Once the wolf decides on something, there is nothing that can dissuade it. Only James managed it, even then it was only once. The wolf would have killed Sirius for getting in his way, and it has almost killed him before—luckily your father was there to save him. Sirius would have intervened if your life was at risk or if there was a chance of preventing you from being infected with lycanthropy. By the time he reached you, you were already infected and fighting the wolf would have only gotten everyone killed. If the wolf was focused on you, it would have left the others, who would have been killed without hesitation, from harm."

"He asked me to come live with him."

"I heard."

"I'd rather live with him than the Dursley's."

"Your reaction when he asked proved that, but Harry, that might not be an option anymore."

"I won't be able to go back and live with Muggles anyway."

"I'm sorry, Harry."

"It's not your fault."

"You sound like your father."

"I'm not going to be able to play Quidditch anymore, will I?"

"I don't know. If we can keep what happened as secret, you might be able to continue on as if nothing has changed—you're going to have to. If not, I don't know what will happen."

"You'll be there, right? No matter what?" Harry asked hopefully.

"I can't make a promise I might not be able to keep. I'm sorry. I will promise you this: as long as it is possible, I'll be there for you whenever you need."

They fell silent. The hollow gradually brightened with muted sunlight. Several minutes later, Sirius returned.

"Dumbledore is coming, but he has two squads of aurors with him and at least five of the former Order of the Phoenix. Remus, dementors are with them and they're coming straight for us here. Dumbledore doesn't have the map."

"How long?"

"Half hour. Outer wards were tripped. Remus, you're going to have to talk to them—they will only attack me and they'll think I'm controlling Harry, but you can convince them."

"They know I'm a werewolf, Sirius. They won't listen."

"You're the best chance we have!"

"We could just run," Harry interrupted Remus' answer.

"No!" Both adults said firmly.

"Why not?"

"No matter what kind of message we leave, it will look like we kidnapped you, Harry."

"I'll write the message!"

"It won't matter what you write they will only think we're controlling you."

"But you're not!"

"How do you know, Harry?" Sirius asked. "You saw me with a wand—"

"Sirius, don't manipulate him against you. You never managed to cast a successful obliviate, much less the charm to modify memories."

"I can cast my Patronus and we can all go out and talk to them." Harry suggested uncertainly. "Dumbledore will listen, won't he?"

"Dumbledore can't control the Ministry."

"What if we go back to the castle?"

"It will be surrounded by dementors and we'll have to go through Dumbledore to get there. We're not far from Acromantula territory and—"

"The centaurs!" Sirius said excitedly. "Dumbledore always listens to them! We can appeal their help."

"Maybe, but it's our best bet. Come on, Harry, we have to hurry." Remus stood up and held out a hand to help Harry up. The boy took it but swayed where he stood. After a moment of contemplation, Remus turned to Sirius. "He won't make it to centaur territory. Transform and he'll ride on your back. We'll switch when you get tired."

Sirius transformed, and Harry struggled to climb on Sirius' back with one arm. Remus helped steady him, then the group hurried out of the hollow towards the rising sun.

Harry lay flat on Sirius' back, both hands tightly gripping the giant dog's fur. Remus kept a hand on Harry's back, keeping him steady despite the awkwardness of riding a dog.

"We're halfway there, Sirius. Let's switch."

Sirius lay down so Harry could slide off easier and transformed, slowly picking himself off the ground. Remus crouched for Harry to climb on his back, the stood up. Harry lay his head on Remus' shoulder.

"He needs a blood replenishing potion," Remus said as Harry's grip gradually slackened.

"It won't be long."

"He's not going to make it—Sirius! Catch him!"

Sirius barely managed to catch Harry as he listed to the side, sliding off Remus' back.

"Obligo wore off," Remus murmured as he examined Harry's face. The claw marks had begun to ooze blood. "Harry, open your eyes—don't fall asleep on us now. Harry!"

The boy's eyes stayed closed.

"Where is his wand?"

"Front left pocket of his robes," Sirius answered promptly.

Remus quickly pulled it out. "Obligo," He murmured, recasting the spell. The centaurs slowly emerged from the trees around them, their bows trained on the trio. Sirius straightened, watching them carefully.

"Bane." Sirius greeted, focusing on the leader.

"Black." The centaur responded. "We have left you to roam these woods for this school year even though you have brought those fiends here. Now you draw wizards with their wands ready to strike. Tell us, why should we still suffer you in our forest?"

"Because of Harry. You know who he is. I know you've seen it in the stars too—even I can see his importance spread across the heavens."

"Then you didn't see the heavens shift last night. The lycanthropy destroyed the curse inside him that makes him so important. It also destroyed the magic that protected him from the creature who cursed him. He is no more important than any other boy."

"Sirius?"

"I don't know if he's telling the truth. I didn't see the sky last night."

Remus looked up at the centaurs. "If you won't help Harry, then at least see justice done. Sirius Black is innocent of the murders he is accused of."

"Black may be innocent, but you are not, Lupin."

"Harry is only thirteen. He doesn't deserve to be caught in the squabbles of his elders!"

"Take care of your own young—"

Sirius stood up, straightening his back and lowering his voice. "Your father owed James Potter a life debt, Bane. He never asked for anything in return. Now is your chance to pay it."

"You don't speak for the boy, Black."

"I'm his godfather. I can speak for him."

Bane gritted his teeth. "Very well. This will cancel the debt."

As one, the centaurs turned and left.

"James held a life debt?" Remus asked warily.

"Yes. He held several and inherited more, but I don't know the details."

"Who?"

"I don't know because I never asked."

"That's dark magic! James hated the dark arts!"

"The life debts occur whether they're intended or not. They're only dark if the debts are ritualized, putting one person in the service of another. James never performed the ritual, but the centaurs did. I think Snape did as well, but I don't know when. James had no way to stop the ritual and I'm not even sure he knew until after it had been done. As long as he didn't call in the debt, he wasn't the one using dark magic."

Both Remus and Sirius' heads snapped to the side as they heard footsteps approaching.

After a moment, Dumbledore emerged from the trees, Snape shadowing him closely. Their clothes were snagged with twigs, the hems of their robes were muddy, and wands were clutched in their hands. On Dumbledore's shoulder, his Patronus, a large phoenix, perched. At Snape's side, a doe tiptoed beside him, hooves leaving no trace of its passing.

"Sir—" Sirius began, not rising from where he crouched beside Harry.

Dumbledore raised a hand. "Just a moment, Mr. Black. How is Mr. Potter?"

"He needs a blood replenishing potion, but he should be okay," Remus answered calmly, carefully setting Harry's wand on the ground.

"Severus, do you have—"

"Yes, sir."

Snape reached into his robes and pulled out a vial of potion. Sirius stood sharply and snatched it out of the potion master's hand, examined it, then handed it to Remus.

"Thank you, Severus," Remus said quietly and tipped the potion into Harry's mouth. The boy swallowed it reflexively, but otherwise didn't stir.

"May I examine him?" Dumbledore asked softly.

Sirius remained standing between them, his feet planted in the ground, and his arms crossed over his chest.

"He'll be okay, Professor," Remus assured him. "I cleaned and closed the wounds, but the spell won't last long."

"He was infected?"

"Yes, sir, but he'll be okay—as okay as he can be."

Dumbledore sighed. "Very well. Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley insisted that you were innocent, Mr. Black. I am inclined to believe them, however, Mr. Pettigrew has escaped and your innocence cannot be proven—the Minister has given orders to the dementors for them to administer the Kiss on-sight."

Sirius deflated. "Please, Professor, there has to be something you can do! Just a trial, please! I'll take Veratiserum!"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Black. The Minister overheard everything that Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley told me. He knows that Harry was bitten and he knows by whom. Mr. Lupin, you are in equally dire straits, however, not from the dementors. The Prophet has already published the story. Harry is lucky not to be facing accusations of becoming a dark wizard. The Minister is on the verge of declaring him wanted."

"But sir, it's not true! Surely you—"

"I am sorry, Mr. Black, Mr. Lupin, but it's going to take all of the influence I have simply to protect Harry. I cannot help either of you."

Without warning, Remus snatched Harry's wand from the ground and flicked it at Snape. His wand flew from his hand and Sirius caught it, immediately sending a stunner at Snape. The man dodged. Dumbledore drew his own wand and blocked the two stunners, then cast a spell at Harry before either man could raise a shield. Both men cast a disarming charm at Dumbledore. He nimbly blocked the one cast by Remus and stepped into the one from Sirius. His wand flew through the air and Sirius caught it. As soon as the wand touched him, red sparks burst from the tip and Sirius staggered back a step.

Dumbledore raised both his hands to show them that they were empty. Snape did the same.

"Remus, this is your wand," Sirius said, holding out the wand that had been taken from Snape. Remus took it, examined it briefly, tapped it twice with Harry's wand, then looked up at Dumbledore.

"Professor?" Remus asked uncertainly.

"Mr. Black, that is a powerful wand you hold. Use it wisely. Mr. Lupin, I made arrangements for you to be at Hogwarts under the condition that no one found out about your lycanthropy and there was never an incident. The Prophet has now announced to everyone that you are a werewolf and you have attacked and turned a student here. If there hadn't been an incident, I might have been able to defend you, but not anymore. I am sorry. Mr. Black, I have sent Harry's trunk and his owl to Grimmauld Place, as well as a handful of Mr. Lupin's personal effects, including a rather mysterious map. I suggest the three of you hide there. I'm sorry I cannot be of more assistance. The goblins have refused the Ministry's requests to close your vaults, so you have some money, if you can find a way to access it. It cost several precious artifacts to persuade them, so I advise you to remain on cordial terms with Gringotts."

Both men stared openly at Dumbledore in awe.

"Now, Mr. Black, I believe you remember how to create a Portkey?"

"Thank you, Professor," Sirius said with a cocky grin.

"Don't thank me, Mr. Black. Publicly, I will refuse to defend your actions. If you are caught, I will not intervene. I have removed the Trace from Harry, so he will be able to use magic outside of Hogwarts. I suggest you find a way to clear your names as soon as possible."

Remus nodded grimly. "Sirius, the Portkey." Without warning, Remus slashed his wand at Dumbledore and the spell caught the man's sleeve on fire. Remus stunned Snape, then grabbed the Portkey.

Harry, Remus, and Sirius vanished from Hogwarts.

Author's note: Welcome! I hope you enjoyed this first chapter. This is not your average werewolf!Harry fic. I've read quite a few to see what most fics like this are about and it has very little in common with them because I wrote it before doing my research on other werewolf!Harry fics. Also, the majority of this story will not be in traditional story forms. It's mostly a collection of artifacts which relate to events. Updates will loosely correspond to the dates which events in the story occur.

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