Chapter 17| Meeting Remus

The small group of Gods had gotten together once more, a few nights before the Halloween feast. They were trying to discuss how to not have Professor Quirrell interrupting their feast. The twins were just grinning happily, a clear thought in their minds. Harry was interested in what they were wanting to do, so he asked.

"We were thinking-"

"Of sending a-"

"Cyphered note about the stone~" They finished off, giggling happily.

The small group blinked before grinning. Yes, that would be good.

"It should be in Parseltongue. He'll take that more seriously." Neville offered.

Harry nodded, already getting ready to write the note. It was the easiest way to get the old Voldemort to not ruin the meal. It would also get rid of the annoying Professor in a more humane way. At least he wouldn't be dying by his hands again.

After that, the meeting was cut short. The twins were given the note to give to the possessed teacher. It wasn't long before the teacher vanished, leaving no trace of him. Many of the rumours suggested he was taken by vampires or something else. Even the other teachers were unsure where Quirrell had gone.

During this time, Harry had received two letters and a new broom, one letter from Rita and the other from Remus. However, Harry was confused about the broom as it appeared to have been given to him by his house head and this time around Dumbledore had refused to allow Harry and Draco to play in Quidditch as first-years, something the Golden Boy understood. The game was dangerous, especially for first years, no matter how talented.

Still, the Potter was happy to have his broom, it was at least something he didn't have to worry about for the next year. Once he was done with that 'letter', he focused on Remus's letter. It brought a smile to his face.

"Smiling?" George leaned over, looking at the letter.

"He has agreed."

George softly laughed and nodded. After that, the rest of the school year till the Yule break was pretty simple. Most of the DADA classes were cancelled or given to other teachers, so there wasn't any homework. That was something that he liked as he wanted more time with Remus and the trial. He honestly couldn't wait to meet Remus and save him.

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Harry hummed a little as he waited for Remus. He had already told his Aunt where and who he was meeting with, so he didn't have to worry about worrying her. She was quite happy that he was reaching out towards his father's old friends, she actually apologized for not being much help in finding them! It was really nice of her, so different from how he had known her in his first life. He hoped that Sirus and Remus would see how much she had changed from the last time they saw her.

"H-Harry?"

The young boy quickly looked to the source of the voice and smiled brightly for a moment. He then frowned in concern. The man before him was frail-looking and his clothes were slightly torn and old. The man was groomed well, but it was clear he wasn't living well.

"A-Ah, sorry this-"

"Do you want to get something to eat before we go in? You're far too thin."

The older wizard didn't get much time to say anything before he was pulled off to some of the restaurants. He looked down at the eleven-year-old with curious eyes. He wasn't sure why, but something about the boy seemed off. It wasn't a bad off, just a weird off. The werewolf mentally shook it away, he should focus more on what the child was saying and doing rather than just letting himself be dragged around like a doll.

"After we eat, we can go in and get your blood checked." The eleven-year-old hummed.

Remus paused in his step before stumbling after the other.

"Get my blood checked?"

The child looked back to the other with a soft smile. Nothing was said about that, only the two entering a nice cafe on the main street. Thankfully, the cafe wasn't too busy, nor did it seem like they going to truly notice the young boy.

"I'm sorry for the sudden-"

"No, it's alright! I-I'm glad that you sent me a letter..." The older man sighed heavily, rubbing his worn face. "Honestly... I should be the one apologizing... I left you because I was mourning, but that still isn't a good enough reason..."

Harry blinked before smiling softly, taking the other wizard's hand. Looking into the boy's green eyes, the werewolf felt a sense of calm wash over him. It was as if the boy had just told him everything was going to be alright, that everything was forgiven.

"You're here now, and besides Aunt Petunia has been a good woman to me."

The werewolf frowned at that, looking confused. He had many stories of Lily's sister, most of them were from James, but none of them were necessarily good sounding. Yet, sitting across from him was a healthy and happy boy who was raised by that woman. Maybe she had a change of heart after taking care of her dead sister's son?

"She's changed from what you and Uncle Sirius had seen of her. She's... She's not the problem in that house..." The boy's gaze lowered to the table in a manner that Remus easily recognized as shame.

"Who is?"

Harry bit his lip, that old feeling of shame burning inside of his chest. Even after so many years, he was still ashamed of his abuse. He could only be thankful that it was different this time around, that he was able to teach them better.

"Uncle Vernon..." He murmured weakly, shifting in his seat. He only perked up when the waitress finally came over. "We'll have today's special and hot chocolate, please."

The witch giggled some, smiling at the young boy before looking at the older man he was with. The brunette had no reason to deny the request, so he just nodded, letting the boy choose their meal. Besides, it was food and he was hungry.

"I'll pay, this is my get-together with you." The boy quickly told, grinning happily. "Besides, we have a lot to talk over a meal."

The older wizard chuckled sadly and nodded. If the food was too much for the boy to pay, he'd take over the best he could. So, while they waited and even during the meal, Remus told the boy about his adventures. Most of the adventures were about when he was still at Hogwarts and with his friends, but he did speak about what odd jobs he had to take just to make ends meet.

As he spoke, he noticed how those green eyes were completely focused on what he was saying. Those eyes weren't young either, they were an old, grandfatherly glow to them. It felt like he was talking to his grandfather again, or maybe even Dumbledore? No, Dumbledore didn't have such kind, proud eyes... They were always calculating and twinkling unnaturally.

After the meal, the boy paid and then dragged the werewolf back to the bank. There they skipped a teller and went straight to the Potter's head bank person, Griphook.

"I see you've brought someone to me." The goblin lightly sneered.

"I do apologize for it being on short notice, but I wanted him to be checked... He was close to my parents."

The goblin hummed, looking at the shabbily dressed man. The man was clearly suffering from lycanthropy if the man's frail appearance was anything to go by. He wouldn't have much money as many of the Creature Laws would make it difficult for him to receive a good-paying job, no matter how qualified he was. However, the boy was bringing him there not to check his banks but his blood...

Wordlessly, the stern goblin pulled out the enchanted parchment and the ritual dagger.

"Four to five drops of blood."

Remus gulped but did as he was told. It felt like an eternity to him as he waited for the parchment to show his inheritance. When it did show, he felt nervous about seeing it. Seeing his nervousness, the goblin took the paper and looked over it. A noise of surprise left his lips before he handed it over to the older wizard. Confused, the man and the boy looked over it.

Name: Remus John Lupin

Blood: Half-blood

Father: Lyall Lupin (Deceased)

Mother: Hope Lupin née Howell (Deceased)

Godfather(s): Fenrir Greyback (Magically)

Godmother(s): None

Siblings: None

God siblings: None

DOB: 10 March 1960

Age: 31 years

Species: Werewolf (Bitten)

Inheritances:

Lupin Vault

Lupin Savings

Lupin Estate

Lupin Manor

Howell Savings

Investments: 50%

Estimated Value: £1.4 billion (Not including Estate and Manor)

WARNING: Blocks & Compulsions have been haphazardly placed

Loyalty Compulsion Keyed to Albus Dumbledore

Loyalty Compulsion Keyed to Gryffindor

Loyalty Compulsion Keyed to the Light

Loyalty Compulsion Keyed to The Order of the Phoenix

Hate Compulsion Keyed to Lord Voldemort

Hate Compulsion Keyed to Malfoy

Hate Compulsion Keyed to the Dark

Distrust/Hate Compulsion Keyed to Severus Snape

Distrust Compulsion Keyed to Sirius Black

Abandoning Compulsion Keyed to Harry Potter (activated/placed 30 October 1981)

Blocks:

45% Block on Wandless magic

20% Block on Wordless Magic

55% Block Creature (Will cause uncountability)

PLACEMENT: All placed by Albus Dumbledore on 1 September 1971 unless otherwise stated

WARNING: If Blocks and Compulsions are not removed, the wearer will grow weak

Remus felt his mouth grow dry as he reread the parchment. He could see and understand the words that were there, but he couldn't truly comprehend them. The boy could only shake his head before leaning away from the parchment and focusing on the goblin in front of him.

"I want a list of all the transactions of anything pertaining to the Lupins and Howells. I also want all of this off and a Lordship ring manufactured, if you can do the last one."

Griphook nodded, a feral grin appearing as he began to list pricing for all of that. The old soul grinned back, quickly giving another number. The two went back and forth for a bit before Remus pulled himself together. When he came back, the two had settled on an agreement.

"I will see if a Lupin Lordship ring has not already been made."

"W-What? My family doesn't-"

"You have an Estate and a Manor, usually that comes with the territory of a Lordship or a dowry. The Lupins can be considered old blood, maybe not as old as the Malfoys or the Potters, but names do change. I'm sure you have a Lordship, and if you do, you and Sirius can make changes." The boy's words were spoken calmly but sharply.

The werewolf watched as those once gentle eyes began as cold as true emeralds. They were focused on a goal and he was going to get it. The old Gryffindor wondered if the hat had chosen wrong, those eyes belonged to a Slytherin if he had seen any.

"Come now, Mr. Lupin, we need to get rid of those blocks and compulsions."

The frail-looking wizard nodded, clearing his throat. He then hurried after the short creature. He wondered how the boy knew such things. Had he studied about the wizarding when he knew who they were, or was there something else going on? He didn't know and that worried his weak heart.

The treatment to get rid of the blocks and compulsions was easy enough, if not a bit painful. When he came back, Griphook and Harry were in a heated discussion, a box lying in front of the goblin.

"I-Is something wrong?" The brunette called, grabbing their attention.

They both gave him smiles, which he noted were feral and something he rather not see on someone who looked eleven. It was frightening, to say the least, like the boy would literally eat him alive.

"You have a seat." The boy chirped happily. He then sighed with a pout as he saw the confused look. "You have a seat in Wizengamot."

"It's not as old as the Malfoy's or the Black's, but it goes back several generations. Albus Dumbledore has been keeping your chair at least two generations before you."

Remus blinked, slowly sitting down again. He had a chair, and he had enough money in his Vaults to have kept him off the streets! To learn how to control himself in a safe place! Hell, he could've stopped multiple Creature Laws that were harmful to him and others!

A gentle hand was suddenly placed on his knee, focusing him back to the present. The boy was giving him a sweet smile. His eyes were kind and warm, understanding why he was angry. It had actually relaxed him enough to listen to what Griphook was saying.

"Since you have a seat, you have a ring. A Lordship ring has some basic Occlumency and repeals against compulsions, potions and poisons. That is... if the ring accepts you."

The werewolf nodded slowly, understanding what the other was saying. He needed the ring to protect himself, at least till he was strong enough to do it himself. Looking at the goblin, he then reached forward and took the ring, putting it on his finger.

"Repeat after me, I, state your full name, accept the role and responsibilities of the House of Lupin as the Lord."

"I, Remus John Lupin, accept the role and responsibilities of the House of Lupin as the Lord."

The ring glowed a sharp purple colour, the power from the ring flowing around the room before it sunk into the werewolf's body, mixing into his own magic. Remus took a deep breath, feeling something pushing against his sane mind as the power settled inside him. He looked at them, seeing them both looking pleased.

"I suggest you take a look at your investments, Lord Lupin." There was a feral grin on the goblin's face, creeping the old wizard.

Shifting some, he looked to his friend's son. The boy looked interested, looking happy almost. His green eyes then looked at the hazel eyes of the taller man.

"Don't worry, she knows where I am and what we're doing."

Remus chuckled tiredly before nodding. It seemed he would need the boy's help with sorting through his investments and getting ready for Sirius's trial, and he had to prepare to claim his seat as well as figuring his House's symbol. He wondered if he would be able to get all that done within the day, or in time for the trial in general.

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