A/N: This was suppose to be for a MPreg FQFest but since I'm working on others I don't want to rush and not work to the best of my abilities. This is a short thing because i wanted to at least give you something for now since the rest of my fics are not even ready so hopefully you'll enjoy it. Comments of any form always welcomed. .

Summary: Remus has always been percieved as a gentle man... what if that was partially true? As an Alpha Male Remus must find his mate and begin a 'litter' of his own. But Remus, for a long while now, has surpressed that urge for whatever reason. Now what would happen if he no longer had anything holding him back from claiming what was rightfully his? Many strange things are afoot and what would happen to one Harry Potter?

Severus Snape was a renowned Potions Master. His knowledge of potions ingredients was extensive and photographic memory a skill perfected by age. His long slender fingers nimbly chopped roots, snails, skin eyeballs of bats, and measure finely ground ingredients as he kept one eye on the bubbling potion.

Setting aside his favorite knife he rolled his shoulders and twisted his neck, the sound of bones cracking a bit was a little eerie in the dungeons. Glancing at the clock over the door, the big hand was pointed to the words: Tea Time.

Walking to his washroom he could gladly leave the potion to sit for an hour, first and foremost he needed food. He did not want a house elf to pop in or worse, that jolly fool Dumbledore. As his thoughts carried him away and door closed behind him, he did not notice the sly poltergeist slip into his room.

Peeves snickered quietly as he floated around. If Snape or even the Bloody Barron found out he was here he would be in lots of trouble but they weren't here now were they?

Hovering above the potion he thought of the wickedest thing. Quickly zooming to a shelf of already brewed potions he plucked the first one, which was clear and corked in a thin glass container. Moving back over the brewing potion he poured the clear liquid into the mix. Watching as the once murky brown color changed to an odd shade of pink he quickly replaced the empty container where other empty containers rested.

Now peeve's was one to play pranks but he never made it so someone would be seriously injured. Sure a bump or scrape was fine but nothing major like broken bones. So, he had expected Greasy Snape to blow a gasket at his ruined pink potion but he never would have predicted that just seconds after he hovered away and minutes before Snape's exit from the washroom that the pinkness would fade and the potion in the cauldron would return to its natural shade and smell, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

...TBC...