Remus looked intrigued. "I am sure I will have several questions once this has had time to sink in but right now the ramifications are too unsettled in my mind." Harry couldn't help smirking at his favourite professor.
Now Oliver started to talk. "Our Pack has dedicated itself to finding a way to reverse the curse and return us to true Shape-Changers. We fund a small research group, magical and non, that work towards that goal. We have made some progress as you saw with me tonight. 'Born' werewolves have a much greater control over their wolf aspect. Not quite the same level as with the Wolfsbane Potion but also not mindless killers either. However it does seem to be cumulative by generations. It doesn't allow us to change at any time like you Harry; just gives us control and reduces the pain and stress of the transformations. Claire and I are 4th generation 'born' werewolves on both sides. I could walk through Hogwarts during a full moon and pose no danger to the students. Ian's daughter, young Colleen, is a mix. Ian is a 'made' wolf while her mother is our cousin and 4th generation 'born' like we are. Sara was on an experimental potion when she was pregnant with Colleen and we hope she and two others will be our next step forward. Greyback also participated in one of our experiments as a 'made' wolf. He is near a 3rd generation of our experiment but that is much better than any of our other subjects. I have to wonder if he too would have been a wolf animagus if he hadn't been bitten so young."
Claire and Oliver spent the next hour giving Harry and Remus the details of their efforts. Pregnant werewolves had to be handled carefully to prevent the baby from killing their mother during transformations. The mothers were given a specially formulated Draught of Living Death two days before the full moon. Mother and child slept through the next three days with no transformations. Mundane IV's provided water and nutrients to the sleeping pair. Also, their research had led to the Wolfsbane Potion. They had hidden their input and given credit to a friendly Potions Master. Now they were working on a potion to allow the transfiguration to occur without the full moon.
Overall, Harry was impressed with what he'd heard - provided it was all on the level. It was a bit elaborate for a con job but it was still possible.
"This is all wonderful," Harry finally said. "But what are you looking for?"
Oliver immediately said, "We want an alliance."
"Your Beast form is almost a perfect match for what the old texts describe the Wolf Shape-Changers as being," Claire added. "Work with us. Let us study what happened to you so we can free the rest of us from the curse and allow it to be the blessing it once was."
Oliver picked up the offer. "In return, I will promise you the Alba Pack's full support against the Greybacks and Voldemort. From Ian and Dyfed's responses, I have no doubt Mic tíre na hÉireann and Glyndwr are ready to support you. The Brotherhood… well, Mac will probably go for neutrality."
"Maybe," Claire interjected. "But Queenie liked young Harry here. You impressed her I think. I expect she also knew your father when she was an Auror and his relationship and support of Remus here puts the Potter name in a positive light." Oliver nodded seemingly accepting his sister's interpretation. Then he resumed speaking.
"In return, Harry, we will support you to the fullest extent. Including the recognition of what was obvious to all of us tonight: the fact you are an Alpha with the new sixth Pack of Albion. I believe you call yourselves the Marauders."
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Blood Moon
7 July, 1995
The pounding on the door just wouldn't go away.
"Harry, are you awake yet?" a familiar voice asked through the door. There was a pause and then the voice spoke again much cleared. The door was open now. "Honestly Harry, it is passed noon. It is time for you to be out of bed!"
Harry absently thought about hexing his best female friend. He loved Hermione but right now he was loving his bed a whole lot more! Idle thoughts transfiguring his friend into a bushy-haired nifler danced in his head.
"Harry James Potter! Get out of the bed this instant!" Hermione insisted. "We want to hear what happened last night at the werewolf Gathering. If you're not downstairs in five minutes I shall send Kalina up for you!" Then Hermione stormed out.
With a groan, Harry flung back the covers and forced his feet to the floor. Threatening him with Kalina was just dirty pool, not fair at all. How was it that he could be an Alpha with all the respect and fear that entailed and yet he still couldn't get a lie in after having the long day he'd had yesterday? It just wasn't fair.
Harry stumbled down into the kitchen ten minutes later. Yes, he'd missed Hermione's deadline but he needed the hot shower more than she needed information. At least, in his mind anyway. Harry was halfway through his cup of tea (Thank Merlin for Dobby!) when his mind started to register who else was in the room.
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