Harry sat in Dumbledore's office once again listening to the Headmaster lecturing him about revealing the father of his baby. This afternoon's apparent Demon attack had brought on a tirade that, so far, was easily twice as long as any of the others.

Remus had been shocked at first to learn the stories in the paper were true but now even he looked bored. His red-headed companion just looked impassive.

He sighed.

"Am I boring you Harry?" Dumbledore looked at him from over the top of his half-moon glasses.

"Ummm...yes actually."

The old man's eyes got wide, "I beg your pardon?"

"I said 'yes actually', you are boring me and annoying me too, for that matter. What makes you think that badgering me about this is going to get you what you want? I've told you, over and over to mind your own business. I'll tell you what I want you to know when I want you to know it and not before. At this point it's becoming more of a question of if I'll ever tell you anything!"

Harry stood and started pacing.

"I mean, I can't believe this! How dare you! You just want to know who I'm having sex with so you can tell everybody else. You don't want to know to make sure the guy doesn't work for Voldemort. You don't want to know so you can protect me or him, you just want to know! Well you know what?" Harry stopped and looked Dumbledore straight in the eye, "Piss off!"

With that the brunette stormed from the room.

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Remus found the boy, the young man really, three hours later in a window seat in one of Hogwart's many unused towers. It was a telling thing about the status of the Wizarding World that the castle was now so empty in modern times when it had been so full in years past.

"Hello Harry."

"Hi Remus."

The werewolf sat at the other end of the window seat and noticed the Slytherins on the Quidditch pitch.

"Spying Harry? Sirius would be so proud."

The younger man gave a small, sad smile, "Maybe just a little."

"So I suppose congratulations are in order?"

Remus was relieved to see a joyful smile appear on Harry's face. He'd only seen that expression a handful of times and something in him relaxed to know this baby was the cause of at least one of them.

"When are you due?"

"Madame Pomphrey says probably the first week of January."

"Do you know the sex yet?"

"No, and I won't until it's born. All the magic required to sustain a male pregnancy plays havoc with a lot of spells, including most of the medi-spells and makes it impossible to tell, even using Muggle means."

"Oh really? I didn't know that."

Harry grinned. "Yeah, I've got a bunch of books on it, and I'm even reading them."

Remus laughed at that.

"So tell me about Oz."

"Well he's American and a werewolf."

"Where did you meet an American werewolf?"

"He's been traveling around the world since he was bitten, learning about werewolves. I came across him in one of the smaller communities of bite victims – he's found a way to control his beast Harry!"

Remus couldn't contain his excitement and left the window seat to pace.

"It's not a fool proof method and it does need work, but he doesn't change on the full moon. He can teach me not to change!"

Suddenly Harry was hugging him, "That's excellent Remus, truly!"

"Harry?" The voice came from behind him and Remus turned to face it while pushing the boy behind him. He smelled vampire and now that he thought about it, he smelled vampire on Harry.

A wiry blonde with piercing blue eyes stepped into the hallway. Remus couldn't stop his growl and the vamp's face morphed as the blonde growled right back.

"Remus?" Harry's voice was nervous but Remus didn't dare take his eyes off the bloodsucker before him. The boy may not know what kind of threat a vampire truly was but he did and they both could be dead very soon. He had no idea how the creature had gotten into Hogwarts, much less why a Master, as he suspected this one was, had chosen to endanger itself this way. Even if it killed him and Harry it wouldn't get out...a suicide mission! The Dark Lord must have sent it specifically to kill Harry!

With a howl the werewolf launched himself at the blonde. "Run Harry," he yelled as he ducked a punch.

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Harry stood in the hallway watching helplessly as his pseudo-godfather and his mate tried to kill each other – and he knew they were fighting to protect him from each other!

He winced at the dull thud of fists hitting flesh but it was the flash of blood when Remus got a lucky punch to his mate's mouth that knocked the Gryffindor out of his shocked silence.

"Stop it," he yelled, hunching his shoulders and clenching his fists, "Stop it! Stop it! STOP IT!"

He was panting and his eyes had closed when he yelled.

Silence filled the hall.

Slowly Harry opened his eyes, scared that the men had killed each othe,r only to find the pair plastered to the opposite wall.

"Harry?" It was Remus' turn to sound nervous.

"Remus, meet William Aurelias, our new Defense against the Dark Arts Professor. Professor meet Remus Lupin, my late Godfather's best friend and former DADA Professor. Remus is a werewolf and Professor Aurelias is a vampire, although that's not common knowledge."

"Nice to meet you Mister Lupin," Harry rolled his eyes at William's sardonic tone.

"And you, Professor Aurelias. My apologies for attacking you," Remus' voice was still a bit shaken.

"Perfectly understandable."

Silence.

And then...more silence.

"Mister Potter," William was using his 'Professor Voice', "do you think you might let us down?"

That made Harry realize that the two men were actually stuck to the wall – two feet above the floor.

"Ummm...I'm not really sure how."

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Twenty minutes later whatever Harry had done dissipated and the two men dropped to the floor.

Remus and Harry sat in the window seat while Spike leaned back against the wall across from them. He wasn't happy about the werewolf being so close to his mate but there wasn't a whole lot he could do about it while still playing the part of Harry's Professor.

"Were you looking for me Sir?" Harry asked and Spike had to bite his tongue to stop his rather lewd answer to that.

"Professor Dumbledore told me about your little adventure today."

"Oh," the brunette looked down and started digging the toe of his shoe into the stone floor.

"He said from the description you gave that it was probably demons."

Harry nodded.

"Big and green? With horns?"

Another nod.

"Hmmmm, lots of demons look like that. Guess I'll have to ring Giles for some books. Maybe that'll help narrow it down a bit. 'prolly Pyleans or maybe Fyral demons. Wonder what they woulda' got for catchin' you."

"Spike?"

The blonde turned his head, surprised. He'd heard the other man approaching but hadn't recognized the scent, but he did recognize the voice.

"Dogboy?"

The diminutive redhead stepped out of the shadows of the stairs, eyes a little wide and showing the gold of his beast.

"What are you doing in a school Spike?"

He smirked, he couldn't help it, "Seem to spend more time in them than not."

Oz pulled a stake from his back pocket.

Spike didn't move put Harry jumped to his feet.

"Easy there Oz. I work here now, completely legit. No more indiscriminate eatin' o' the populace. Bleedin' shame that, but whatcha' gonna do? Got meself all souled up and everythin'."

He was actually a bit insulted by the redhead's look of disbelief.

"Like Angel?"

He snorted, "Better than that cryin' nancy boy. I earned mine and with no strings attached, thank you very much. Call Buffy if you don't believe me or Giles even – was gonna call the Watcher anyway."

Slowly the redhead put away the piece of wood.

"Do you two know each other?" Lupin sounded strained...jealous? Spike was intrigued. He knew Oz was still in love with a certain redheaded Witch – could still smell it combined in a swirl with pain, loss, frustration and loneliness. It was going to be interesting to watch the older werewolf pursue the normally stoic, and by all accounts straight, musician.

"We've met," Oz answered, eyes narrowed.

"Anyway, the reason I was looking for you Mister Potter is to arrange your additional defense classes."

"Additional classes?"

Spike smirked, "Your almost abduction today spurned Professor Dumbledore to request more advanced training for you and Mister Malfoy. You will both attend evening sessions with me thirty minutes after dinner for an hour every night – including weekends."

The blonde thought his mate looked adorable when he was gobsmacked.

"But...but..." he sputtered, "but...MALFOY!"