Hey guys! I'm so sorry about how long it's been (and that goes for my other stories too) but I recently discovered Merlin and Supernatural, and well...yeah.

Anyway, here's chapter ten. I'm not sure about it, but what the hell. R/R!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters in this story.

Harry ran his hands through his hair as he stared angrily at the hangings of his four poster bed. He knew he shouldn't have yelled at Lute; all that he'd achieved from it was a detention after all. But the way he had spoken about Remus… Harry scowled again. No, he didn't regret what he'd said. Not one bit.

Suddenly the dormitory door burst open, causing Harry to bolt upright from his position lying on his bed. Predictably, it was Sirius who had flung the door open, closely followed by James, Remus and Pettigrew. They paused when they saw him sitting there, but ambled in anyway, Sirius and James chatting cheerfully to one another as they did.

To Harry's surprise, Remus did not join his friends but instead walked over to his own bed next to Harry's, smiling at him as he sat down.

"So," he said, turning to face Harry "We didn't see you at lunch."

Harry stared at him warily; he knew when someone was planning something, and this seemed a bit too innocent to be true considering both of his closest friends seemed to hate Harry.

"Wasn't hungry," he replied coolly.

Remus nodded and fell silent, but Harry did not speak. It was obvious Remus wanted to say something more.

"What you said in Defence Against the Dark Arts," he suddenly blurted out, "Why did you say it?"

Ah, Harry thought, he should have seen this coming. Of course Remus would be curious – he had been talking about werewolvesafter all.

"Why not?" He countered, "It's true. Werewolves didn't choose to become what they are. They didn't choose to be bitten. Why should they not be allowed to live like anyone else?"

The corner of Remus's mouth lifted slightly, and Harry suddenly noticed that the room had fallen silent. The others were listening in too. A small bundle of hope formed in Harry's chest; maybe he could start over with his father, if he played this right.

"You talk as if from personal experience," Remus continued, and this time Harry caught an edge of concern in his voice, "Almost as if you know a werewolf."

So that was what this was about, Harry suddenly realised. Remus wanted to know if his secret was in danger of exposure; if Harry would realise what he was. Well, Harry wasn't going to lie any more than he had to.

"I did," he said, noting the alarmed look shared between James and Sirius out of the corner of his eye, "And he was one of the kindest men I ever knew. He took precautions to keep himself safe at the full moon, and the rest of the time he was just a normal human being."

"So you weren't scared of him," Peter interjected curiously, and Harry resisted glaring at the rat, "You never thought he would hurt you."

"Like I said," Harry replied through gritted teeth, "He was normal all other times. He even had a wife and kid."

Remus started.

"A kid?" he asked incredulously, "He had a child?"

"Yes," Harry said, grinning inwardly, "And no, the boy isn't a werewolf. I expect he gets grumpy at the full moon though."

Harry fell silent at the thought of Teddy, and the reminder that he was stuck in this time for a while. God how he missed his friends.

Coming back to the present, Harry suddenly realised how odd this conversation would seem if he was who he said he was.

"So what are you guys' opinions on werewolves? You seem remarkably unprejudiced for purebloods." The last bit he directed at Sirius and James, who immediately went on the defensive.

"Hey, we're not like those Slytherin bastards," Sirius protested, "We don't judge people for what they can't help."

Oh for crying out loud.

"What like their house?" Harry asked coldly, suddenly irritated again. Why were they even talking to him? They had certainly hated him earlier.

Sirius and James's faces fell suddenly in understanding, both simultaneously turning to look at each other. Finally James spoke first.

"Listen, I'm sorry about what I said earlier," he said, abashed, "It was out of line."

Sirius shifted slightly, clearly disagreeing, but Harry ignored him, instead keeping his gaze locked on his father.

"Why are you saying this," he asked, "You didn't seem to have this opinion earlier. You know, when you were beating up Snape for now reason."

James looked uncomfortable, his bed creaking slightly as he shifted awkwardly.

"Sorry about that, it's just that Snape-" he cut himself off and shook his head, "Remus reminded us about what you said," he continued, "You know, that your parents…"

He trailed off into silence, looking down at the floor. Harry smiled inwardly; at least his father could swallow his pride enough to apologise.

"That's okay I guess," he said, turning around, "And I'm sorry for hitting you."

"Don't worry about that," Remus said quietly, "I would have hit him too."

Harry chuckled slightly, and after a moment James joined in. However, they soon fell once again into an uncomfortable silence.

"So why were you so angry at me earlier?" Harry asked, trying to restart the conversation, "It can't just have been because of Snape."

However, this clearly was he wrong thing to say, for James' face immediately darkened and he turned his back on Harry, fiddling with the latches on his trunk. Sirius joined him, leaving Harry sitting on his bed in perplexed confusion. He turned to Remus, who was staring at his friends in exasperation. Shaking his head, the boy turned to face Harry, who was still feeling incredibly puzzled.

"Those two are under the impression," Remus told him quietly, "That Lily asked you out on a date in transfiguration and you agreed."

"What?" Harry was aghast; go out with his own mother? That hadn't even crossed his mind when he'd agreed to the studying! "No! We were just going to do our homework together; she says none of her friends do the same subjects as her."

Now it was James' turn to look confused, although still angry, having returned to the conversation.

"But you said 'tomorrow at seven'. Tell me how that doesn't sound like a date.

Harry groaned, cursing his own stupidity.

"I didn't mean it to sound like that." He said, and when Sirius snorted he continued, "Honestly, I have a girlfriend back at my old school remember? Look," He turned to James, an idea suddenly springing to mind, "I'll ask her if you can come if you want. You're much smarter than me anyway.

James face transformed so suddenly it made Harry's stomach spin. One moment he was glowering angrily, and the next he was grinning as though Harry was his best friend.

"Really? You'd do that?" He said hopefully, taking a step towards Harry, "Just, don't make it seem like I asked, or she'll never say yes."

"Sure," Harry said, surprised at how quickly things had turned around, "I'll ask her tonight."

James grinned, but neither boy could say anymore as a quiet – but clearly deliberate – cough from behind them drew their gaze. They both turned simultaneously to Remus, who looked amused at this turn of the events.

"I told them it was a misunderstanding," he informed Harry, "But these prats never listen to me about these things. Don't take it to heart. Hey," he continued, turning to Sirius, who had watched the events play out before him with a frown on his face, "Why don't you take Harry down to the kitchens to get something to eat? We all have a free period now anyway."

Sirius jumped up at the mention of the kitchens, his brow clearing as large grin appeared on his face.

"Yeah, okay," he said grabbing Harry's arm and dragging him to the door, "I'm still hungry anyway."

Harry let himself be dragged away, pleased that he had cleared things over with his father and his friends. But as he walked out the door after Sirius, he turned back one last time and was surprised at what he saw. The smile on Remus's face had vanished, and for a moment it was replaced by a suspicious frown. But then the moment was gone, and Remus was turning to chat with James as the dormitory door slammed shut, and Harry was herded down into the common room by his overexcited godfather.

Remus waited until the sound of Sirius's loud footsteps had faded away entirely before he ceased the pointless conversation he was having with James and considered what had just happened.

"Moony? You never answered my question?"

Remus sighed; James could be extremely unobservant when he wanted to.

"Never mind that now," he said impatiently, "Didn't you notice something odd about what Harry was saying then?"

James and Peter still looked nonplussed, so Remus sighed and continued.

"The way he reacted when I said you thought he'd asked out Lily, it was almost horrified. It was like I'd said he'd asked out his sister or something."

James looked thoughtful.

"You're right; most people would be glad to go out with Lily, but he really didn't like the idea. Wonder why...he couldn't just have been being a good friend, he barely knows us for God's sake!"

"Yeah," Peter piped up, "I think there's more to this guy than we know."

"Hmm, we need to keep an eye on him," Remus mused, still staring into space, "Of course, he might just have been being faithful to his girlfriend, but-"

He cut of suddenly, eyes widening.

"Remus? What's the matter?"

Remus turned to James, an utterly confused expression upon his face.

"He said he had a girlfriend back at his old school right?"

James and Peter looked at each other, not comprehending what Remus was saying.

"Yeah, so?"

Remus sighed; trust them not to make the connection.

"James, Harry went to Durmstrang. That's an all-boys school."

Well that was crap. Oh well, I'm tired, though that's not a very good excuse... Anyway, feel free to tell me what you thought in a review, and I will try not to take so long on the next chapter. Thanks for reading!