Wolf stared at all of the other pack mates, his new pack. Some were on two legs while others had shifted during the battle. Wolf looked at each of them, daring them to comment on the change in leadership but when he met each of their eyes, they bowed their heads in deference. The human half of him whispered to the wolf, saying something about letting him take control now, now that the danger was over and the threat was gone.

Wolf argued with the human that he shared a body with, growling. They shouldn't shift until every wolf here had bared their throats. The human said that Greyback was dead, the threat was done. Wolf sniffed the air, throwing up his head and sat down on his haunches, knowing that the human was probably right. Wolf couldn't heal the wounds of the injured ones nor could he tend to the mate of the former alpha.

The silver haired one… He could smell his pain from here, even outside the house. Wolf could also smell something else, something underneath the pain... So he surrendered control of their body, shifted back to two legs.

Harry surveyed his new pack members, looking over at Remus. Remus was looking at him, his brown eyes wide. "Remus, mind going to get Severus and Poppy? We're going to need them."

Remus nodded, disapparated.

"Alright," Harry started, looking at the wolves that were on four feet. They returned his look, their ears perked up, listening. "Those on four legs, you can either shift back, go hunt or go sleep off the shift. Your choice. Those on two, come introduce yourself to me sometime throughout the night tonight. Those who have collars on, come with me. We'll get them off."

"We will go cook," Eric remarked, his blue eyes going soft with relief. "The children will be hungry by now."

"He didn't feed them before?" Harry asked, as he watched two of the wolves that were on four legs shift back to be two women. The rest of the wolves on four legs loped off, howling as they went into the forest behind the property.

"No. Greyback never remembered to feed the children," Eric spoke. "Are we staying here?"

Harry raised an eyebrow, looking up at the mansion behind them. "No. It stinks of pain and hurt, of fear. I'll use the Potter mansion for a pack meeting place and a place to host full moon parties at. I really feel like demolishing this mansion but that will come later. Come on."

Harry led the way back into the mansion, keeping his breathing shallow to try to not inhale the emotions around him. The two children stood frozen before the couch, their eyes wide with fear. They both stunk of pain and fear though the boy's fear was far more than the girl's. The girl though… Her green eyes focused on him. Harry walked over to them and knelt two feet away. "Hey, you two. What are your names?"

"I'm Isabella." The girl whispered, pushing some auburn hair off her face. "I'm nine years old."

Harry nodded. "Nice to meet you, Isabella. Is your family here with you?"

"No. Greyback killed them. Are you the man that Voldemort talked of?"

Harry's eyes narrowed, his heart clenching in his chest. "He brought you with him when he went to Voldemort?"

"Yeah," the boy finally said. "I'm Michael. I'm eight."

"Nice to meet you too, Michael. Your family?"

"My mother's here," Michael said, gesturing to one of the women that had followed Harry in. "She hasn't shifted since two months ago."

Harry stood up, glanced to where Michael pointed. He walked up to the woman, noting the collar around her neck, and held out a hand. "I'm Harry and you would be…"

"Emily." The woman shook his hand, looked him over. "Can you really get these off? They're restricting us from shifting. Greyback said it was one of Voldemort's experiments."

"Who put them on you? Greyback or Voldemort?"

"Voldemort. He spoke in kind of a hissing language that I've never heard before."

"Oh. You're a muggle?"

Emily nodded, looking at him like she expected him to belittle her for being one of the non-magic folk. "Michael is a muggle-born. My girlfriend… carried him but she's… She's in Voldemort's dungeons."

Harry grimaced. "That is on my to do list. Anyhow, I can very easily get those off. Hold still."

Emily froze and Harry spoke the word in parseltongue to unlock the collar, reaching over to grab some of it. The large piece of metal cracked, opening up and fell into Harry's waiting hand. Emily's eyes widened then she grinned, stretching out her body, shifted form, ending up on four legs. Emily's wolf was a light brown one, her coat not as shiny or well looked after as Remus' or Severus', but Harry didn't see any permanent damage. The she wolf threw up her head and howled triumphantly then loped towards the children, tail wagging.

Harry grinned and one by one, attended to each collar. There were only four people, including Emily, that wore the collars and by the time that he was done, Remus had arrived with Severus and Poppy. Poppy took one look at the various werewolves in the house and muttered a very nasty curse under her breath.

"You know we can all hear you," Harry said, grinning a little.

Madam Pomfrey glared at him then began to tend to the various injuries. There weren't any that were fatal or any urgent ones, as they were just broken bones that hadn't healed right. Werewolf healing was fast enough that if someone lived through the initial wound, they would live.

"Severus…" Harry trailed off, smelling the beginnings of a feast coming from the kitchen. He could hear howling in the distance, victorious howling that spoke of a good hunt. He envied those wolves but for now, he had Severus' best friend to tend to. "Lucius is up there."

Severus nodded, his eyes flashing in worry. "I can smell him. He smells…"

"Not good," Harry finished, walking over to the stairs. "Let me go see-"

"He smells like mate."

Harry stopped, stared at Severus, took in a deeper breath, filtering the scents. "You might be smelling what was Lucius' forced bond to Greyback. Though that would have vanished with Greyback's death. I don't…"

"Wait. There." Harry finally zeroed in on one scent, something akin to what he smelled from Severus. Mate. The wolf that shared his body howled in triumph, at finally having found his other mate. The need to run with both his mates surged through him, getting to run on four legs, maybe even hunt sounded wonderful. But the human side took precedence. The need to finally kill Voldemort rose up to number one on his list of things to do. Both wolf and human agreed on that. "Huh."

Severus' eyes widened. "You have two mates?"

"Seems you do too," Harry offered, shrugging. "Severus, if you're worried about something…"

Severus took a step closer to him, looking at him intently before shaking his head. "No. I am… surprisingly not worried. You and Lucius are my mates."

"If you vouch for him, I'm not opposed to taking him as a mate."

"I will vouch for him."

"Alright then."

Harry led the way up the stairs, making sure that Poppy and Remus had everything tended to downstairs before walking up. The smell of pain, of fear rose from the bedroom that was furthest from the stairs so they walked down the hall. Harry hesitated before opening the door, stopping in the doorway. He was glad that he had not eaten recently for the sight that met them was awful.

Lucius was bound to the bed, collared, unconscious and naked. Severus inhaled sharply, freezing.

Harry shivered even though it wasn't cold at all and headed over to the bed, drawing his wand. "He smells more wild than the others did."

"He might have been collared earlier than them," Severus remarked quietly, his face gone pale and Harry could tell that he was trying to breath shallowly. "First… experiment, perhaps."

Harry looked down at his second mate, seeing his tangled silver hair and bruised body. "You had best get Poppy up here. Or… hold on."

He whispered an unlocking charm and the chains holding Lucius sprang apart. Severus walked over to the other side of the bed, banished the chains and sat on the edge of the mattress. Harry tentatively joined him, sitting on the other side and looking down at the man who had attempted to kill him in his second year.

Lucius looked a lot less intimidating now that he was collared and bruised. Harry inhaled sharply through his mouth and then reached down, sweeping Lucius' hair back to get a hold of the collar.

"He might shift right after you remove that," Severus spoke, examining the metal. "The others shifted."

Harry stared but nodded. "Is his wand around here somewhere or…"

Severus turned to look at the dresser next to the bed, pulling out the top drawer, grimaced and pulled out the second drawer. Harry watched as Severus pulled out Malfoy's wand, the silver snake headed wand glinting in the torch light on the wall. Severus tucked it into a pocket and then gestured to Lucius expectantly.

Harry peered down at Lucius then whispered the word to unlock the collar in parseltongue. The collar broke apart immediately and then Lucius jolted awake, his grey eyes wide. There was more than a hint of wildness in them, more wolf than human, and just a minute later, started to shift. Harry backed up, gestured to Severus to do the same.

They both watched as Lucius shifted, from two legs to four paws. Severus bent over and shifted too, smelling the wildness and pack scent in the air. Harry stayed on two until both men were on four legs. Lucius was a bigger wolf than his son, obviously, since he was an adult but he was in much worse condition. His white fur was matted and scraggly and some strands of fur were seeping with blood.

Harry stared, his heart skipping a beat or two at the sight. Severus' black wolf had stood on his haunches, whining quietly. Lucius on four legs just froze in place, his grey eyes wild and weary, dull with exhaustion. Harry let out a strangled, almost wolfish whine and shifted too.

Wolf stared at his two pack mates and focused on the new white wolf, seeing the thin body and the echo of a forcibly snapped, fake mate bond. Wolf let out a growl, making his second mate jump, collapsing on the ground a minute later and shivering. Wolf looked at his other mate then hesitantly lowered himself to his belly and crawled over to the injured one, making sure to keep his movements slow and predictable. It went against all Wolf was but he had borrowed some thoughts from the human, knowing that the human was probably better at comforting someone than Wolf was.

The new mate wolf stared at him, not even moving at all until Wolf was curled around him. The white wolf let out a quiet, defeated sigh and burrowed into him, letting Wolf start to clean his fur. The black wolf came over, slowly, and burrowed into his other mate and their mate's shivering slowly but surely vanished. Wolf continued to clean his mate's fur for a while, occasionally giving his other mate a few licks on his muzzle, and kept an eye on the door.

Wolf's new packmates came in every few minutes, some on four legs while others were on two. His new mate fell asleep between one breath and the next, secure and safe.