A/N: Okay, wow, I am so sorry that it took me so long to get this out. But I guess that's what happens when you get bogged down with papers and then finals. All that extra time studying did help though- Pulled off a 3.856 GPA. Next semester hopefully should be more time friendly as I have all morning and afternoon classes. Anyhow, on to the review replies:

ChristinaLupin01442: Oh geez…what kind of story would that be if I killed off my favorite young werewolf? :D I just like to scare you all.

HecateDeMort: Thanks

Talons: Hehe, Ron!Torture will have to wait until the next chapter as well, it just didn't fit this one. :P

Sirius Maurader: Why must I do this? Because I'm evil! That's why! Hehehe. Besides, Harry always ends up in the hospital wing no matter how hard to tries to stay out of there.

lightningbook: Come come, Scully, that's not nice. We shouldn't kill off our favorite soon to be pranking bag.

maya100: Can't have everyone despise our favorite werewolves, now can we? Hehe. As for the tail thing, you'll learn a bit more in this chapter, but more of that comes in the next.

Eric2: Of course Harry will live! There's no story without him! :P

Lady Jillyan Malfoy-Potter: Harry seems to be my personal torture bag at the moment. ::pats him:: Poor thing.

DARKMARK33LV: Revenge will come in the next chapter. Couldn't put it in this one as there were other things that needed to be done first. Sorry it took so long. Over two months is ridiculous and I know it.

Rachel Snape: Mmm sorry. Classes were demanding at the end of the semester.

lovenhope: Of course Ron will get what's coming to him. Just not in this chapter.

AsheslovesHarry: Hehe cool!

Modern-Day Zarcon: Thanks! Sorry it took so long to get it out again.

Crimson Tides: Hehehe…I wasn't sure who I wanted as the father in the beginning. Having it like that kind of let people let me know which one they wanted. And to answer your other comment, Ron won't accept either of them now because of the accident in the DoM. It worked to my advantage to have him be a prat so I had the brains that attacked him in there change his way of thinking.

MPPgrl: Heh as I've said to about half a dozen other people. In the canon books, no, Ron would not act like this. But I have him doing such as an accident from the brains attacking him back in OotP.

Thanatos Nemesis: Thanks

Lady Angelique of mystiqu: Sorry about that. Classes come first.

Azylumniaque: Hehe thanks

Silverscale: I have no desire to leave this one alone, but it just takes a bit for me to get chapters written up.

SoldieroftheMoon: The thing with chapter three- Not my fault as it was there originally. Something must have changed on and it cut it out. I dud reload it. Now as for Ron and the brain thing. I'm just using it in this story, but in canon, I'm sure it didn't do anything to him.

Ash-Crystal Moongazer: Thanks!

doughgurl2008: Bah ;) of course Harry will be alright. Not much of a story without the main character.

ghostlycat543: I swear if people keep asking me this, I'm going to make an entire chapter explaining it was the fault of the brains back in OotP :P

Lyon: Seeing as I'm in college and not high school, the work load is more demanding and leaves me with less time to write. So it takes a bit longer for chapters to come out.

mikindo: Thanks!

Okay WOW! That was a lot of reviews! But I'm not complaining :D

Now as for the thing with Ron: Yes, he is being a jerk, but I'm using the situation back from OotP to explain that. His encounter with the brains changed his thoughts and such as well as altering his personality.

Now on to the story.

"Looks rather bad, wouldn't you say?" Snape mentioned, pointing to the chestnut haired boy asleep on the bed after placing a potion on the nearby table.

"What a brilliant deduction, Severus. And here I was thinking that you were capable of so much more," Remus scowled, staggering like a drunk.

"Good Merlin, how drunk are you?" He muttered, catching his ex-lover as he collapsed.

They had, at one time, been together, although few people knew about that. The attack on Godric's Hollow had changed them both; neither wished to see anyone else they cared about get hurt so they had ended their relationship. To Snape, seeing Remus in Silas's third year was torture, which led to his abrupt hatred of the man. Now with his recent contraction of lycanthropy, as well as seeing Remus, it started to bring up old memories. The same could be said for the currently drunken fool.

"You know, you're going to have a hell of a headache come morning," Severus drawled as he placed the man on the bed near his son.

"Get me one of those goddamn potions you boast about so much then," Remus countered, still looking disoriented. Conceding, the Potions Master made for Poppy's stashes, pulled out a familiar looking sickly green vial, and poured it down the werewolf's throat. It took a few minutes, but the color started to return to Remus's cheeks.

"Thank you, Severus," he said stiffly before moving over to his son. "Why is it always him? Even if he's Silas now, trouble still seems to be attracted to him. All I want is for him to be happy again."

"As much as I despise the brat, especially for what he did to me, I will retract my statement about wanting him put down. At least he has a different personality now, and I'm thankful for that seeing as the James persona is at the utmost annoyance, especially with Black parading about," the man mentioned, a painful expression on his face as if he hadn't apologized in years.

"You know, if you do that again, someone might stop thinking of you as a cold, heartless bastard. Merlin knows it took me long enough."

"As if I care what people think of me anymore. If my new status gets out, it's likely that I'll lose my job and end up with nothing, so why should I care about people who would rather see me dead?"

Remus rubbed his forehead and made a passing glance at his son, who was still asleep. "Unfortunately that is very likely to happen seeing as someone is bound to pick up on your absences during Potions. If they time it with mine and Silas's, it will be extremely easy for someone to pick up on it. Perhaps Albus could have someone Polyjuice for you so that they couldn't tell."

Severus cocked an eyebrow approvingly. "That may very well be an easy way to hide my affliction. I shall have to make more, but there should be enough for someone to pose as myself for the first month. The problem is who shall have the fun of doing such."

"I'd say Tonks," Remus grinned cheekily.

"Are you daft, man?! I am not going to allow that woman to impersonate me! She'd completely wreck my persona with her moronic klutziness, not to mention, no women in my body!! There are just some things that shouldn't be done! Besides, don't you know what happens if a woman takes the form of a man and then does inappropriate things? No, of course you wouldn't. Anyhow, if she does, such anatomy does not revert back to the norm. And I don't want that of mine to be flaunted around on some woman's body!!!"

"Alright, alright, calm down, Sev, it was just a joke. But yes, I was ware of that side effect. What about using Shacklebolt? He should be able to pull off your cranky personality easily enough."

"Yes, I suppose that shall be acceptable," he agreed slowly, eyes catching the small boy stirring. "It looks as if I won't be rid of him after all."

Remus whipped his head over and saw the head of shaggy brown hair moving slightly, and small slits opened at his eyes. He looked very disoriented as his gaze landed on his father.

"Dad…?"

"Silas!" The werewolf cried, collapsing to his knees at the side of the bed and enveloping the young man in a hug. "I thought I lost you, so scared, you'll be okay," he babbled on, gently stroking his son's head.

"Where am I?" he mumbled, feeling a bit squashed from the embrace.

"Unfortunately you are still in the hospital wing…" He trailed off and looked at Severus. "Would you please fetch Poppy and let her know that he's awake?"

The Potions Master sneered at the pair, but complied and soon the medi-witch was hovering over her most frequent patient once more. His wrist was tightly re-bandaged and she thrust potion after potion into his hands so that he didn't have enough time to complain.

Once she was done with checking him over, she glanced down at him in almost pity. Gently placing a hand on his shoulder, Poppy turned to look at the two Lupins. "I hate to tell you this, but your wrist will never be the same. Most likely there will be a substantial amount of stiffness along with quite a bit of scarring," a tear came to her eye. "I really am sorry that it's always you, dear. Anyhow, he's not at any risk now, so why don't you take him to your quarters for the night?"

Remus nodded and gently gathered his son in his arms, much to Silas's protests. "You really think I'm going to let you walk back to my quarters after this?"

Silas was just thankful that no one saw him being carried, or he would be harassed even more. Soon enough they reached his quarters, 'firewhiskey,' and the portrait opened to let them inside. It wasn't extravagant like the rest of Hogwarts was, but rather much more like how Remus's cottage had been- somewhat musty and worn, but comfortable. Silas was placed on the couch while his father went to make some hot chocolate.

"Now that Poppy isn't around, how about you tell me how you really feel?" He smiled and ran his hand through Silas's hair.

"Sore and pretty pissed off," he grumbled, sipping the beverage in front of him. "You didn't spike this with anything, did you?"

Remus chuckled lightly, "No, I daresay you've had enough of those."

"Good, so how long is Dumbledore letting me out of classes this time?"

"Surprisingly enough, you're to be back in class tomorrow.

"Now there's a change…"

"I just think that he wants you to keep your mind off things."

"What's going on with Potions? Am I taking it or not?"

"No, Albus realized belatedly that if the two of you miss the same class more than once it could be suspicious. And the whole factor that Severus would love to slip that silver cauldron into use again…"

"Thank Merlin for small miracles," the younger werewolf sighed.

"…Unfortunately you will have private lessons with him, although, Minerva or I shall be there to supervise."

"Great, just what I wanted to hear," he grumbled and sipped the hot chocolate again.

"Sorry, Albus wanted it that way, but obviously he doesn't trust Severus as much now. But it's been a long day and you need some sleep. Good night, Silas," he smiled and patted the boy's shoulder again.

"Night dad."

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"Urg, just five more minutes…"

"On no you're not going to get away with that. Come on, get up or else I'm going to wake you up Marauder Style."

The lump under the blanket didn't stir. "Well, don't say I didn't warn you…" and grinned as she charmed the blankets to start tickling the boy. Said lump moved faster than a cat in water.

"Alright, alright, I'm up," he grumped while futilely attempting to brush the snarls out of his eyes.

"Good, because breakfast is in five minutes," Remus grinned and successfully put the boy into a frenzy. Even so, they still managed to get there on time.

Silas noted that Ron wasn't at his place in the Slytherin table and wondered what had been done to him. It was likely that he was either expelled or worse, serving multiple detentions with both Snape and Filch. While Snape might not like the boy-who-lived, it wasn't likely for him to let this kind of behavior slip through his fingers.

"Silas, come over here!" Hermione smiled as she ran up to him and grabbed him by his good wrist.

"Hey mate, how you feeling?" Sirius asked, idly pushing bits of potatoes around his plate.

"Exhausted and obviously my wrist hurts."

"We were worried, really we were," she hung her head, "Madam Pomfrey wouldn't let us come up to see you and I felt so guilty…" she cut off suddenly from the quick kiss that was placed on her cheek.

"Please do shut up." He grinned and sat down next to his godfather.

The look on her face was priceless from the kiss and it set her in a daze. For the rest of breakfast, it was fairly quiet and no talk of homework was heard.

"Come on then, it's time for Herbology…" Hermione grinned sheepishly and walked out next to her two friends. Once they got inside, Silas's sensitive nose immediately went haywire from all the smells that were there.

"Ahh, Mister Lupin, your father mentioned that you have allergies to some of the plants. Here, this was sent down earlier so that you wouldn't be sneezing the entire time," Professor Sprout chuckled.

He gratefully accepted the proffered potion and gulped it down so that his sense of smell was limited for the time being. They got the lucky job of working with Devil's Snare, which caused Silas and Hermione to grin at each other with knowing smiles. The class went by quickly, with minimal problems and the young werewolf was feeling a bit better.

The next class was transfiguration and Silas sighed in relief, as he knew that people wouldn't be stupid enough to try something under McGonagall's nose. She started them off for the year by having them attempt to change a glass of water into a tea cozy. It was hard seeing as they needed to change a liquid into a solid matter, which made the spell difficult to master.

For the most part, the day passed with relative ease and minimal amounts of questionings from others. He was grateful for that since it was likely that his condition was already running rampant through the halls. It was just lucky that weren't aware of how different his lycanthrope was. There was a time bomb waiting to be set off.

"Silas, Silas, would you snap out of it? C'mon, dinner time and I'm hungry!" Sirius moaned, faking a weak stance and collapsing.

"Alright, stop your whining, you prat. It's not like you need it or anything seeing as you're getting a bit pudgy."

"Hey, I am not!"

"Oh yes you are. Too much of Mrs. Weasley's home cooking."

Sirius grumbled something incoherent that was probably none too clean anyhow. As the pair headed down to the Great Hall, the snarky potions master cut them off. "Mister Lupin, I expect you at my office at 7 o'clock for your lesson tonight."

The young werewolf paled at the thought, but nodded his head numbly. Being in the dungeons did not bode well with an irritated Snape and it wasn't a pleasant thought. At least either his father or McGonagall would be there, but that didn't mean he wanted to be subjected to the tormenting of a silver cauldron again.

"Oh, don't worry so much," Sirius smirked, looking as if Christmas had come early. "Perhaps you can charm the old bat to have clean hair for once in his life. And don't forget you can always get Moony or McGonagall to help you out if he starts acting like an arse."

"Maybe I can chuck that silver cauldron at his head…" he moaned as they neared the Gryffindor table.

The young werewolf picked at his food, having lost his appetite, and glanced up mournfully at the head table. His father waved while Snape glared spitefully at both of them. Unfortunately, dinner went too fast and all too soon it was time for him to go to the dungeons.

"I really hate you guys, really, I do…" Silas groaned to Remus as he walked up.

"Really now, is that any way to say hello?" He chuckled and steered Silas through the doors.

The Potions Master snapped his head up at the sound of the door and smirked maliciously.

"Seeing as how we are doing things privately then you shall learn to make your own Wolfsbane as I daresay I have no intentions of making it for the rest of your schooling."

Silas gulped audibly and unconsciously tucked his tail in between his legs again. While it would be a needed skill and potion, his abilities at brewing were nowhere near the level of a master. Not to mention that if made incorrectly, it could very well have adverse side effects that could prove irreparable.

"Alright, wolfling, get to it. The instructions are on the board as I'm sure you'll need them." While being called "wolfling" by his friends and family was all right, hearing it from this man made his skin crawl. Not to mention, it sparked his anger level and since it was late, the effects of the alcohol were wearing thin. Faint traits of the wolf were growing in and soft growling came from his mouth as he set to work. Remus took note, but let it go, as it didn't seem to be taking a hold.

A couple of hours passed and his cauldron was issuing noxious fumes that smelled of rotten eggs and sour lemons. Silas wanted nothing more than to throw up at the smell.

"While the potion would not work, it is a better attempt than I would've given you credit for, wolfing."

Once again, Silas's body started to shift, only this time he was aware of it. His breathing quickened and he stumbled into a chair before falling over.

"Why is it happening?!" he shrieked terrified. "I had the shot! And no one hit me! I can't be around anyone anymore! Someone is going to get hurt!" He panicked.

Snape rolled his eyes, "A little late for that, is it not?"

"Severus! That is enough. You are the one who keeps instigating him," he spat as he kneeled in front of Silas and gently placed a hand on his shoulder. "It's alright, just calm down. That's it…"

The boy continued babbling on about the situation incoherently while Remus gently massaged his shoulders in an attempt to relax him. A bit later, his sense of awareness returned and he was capable of intelligent speech again.

"Ok, just stay calm Silas. There's no need to be worried at the moment, especially as there is no one here that could be hurt."

"Why is this happening?" the young werewolf asked, fighting back tears.

"All I have are suspicions so I can't answer that yet. How about we go see the headmaster and ask him if he knows anything?" Remus suggested, trying to get his son to relax again. He idly noted that while the wolf had dissipated, it once again left its mark on the boy. Fur ran down Silas's ankles and he had a sickening feeling that where feet had been before were now wolf paws.

Remus was given his answer as soon as his son tried to stand up and promptly fall back over from lack of balance. Without a word, he removed the shoes on Silas's feet and saw the reddish grey paws slip out. Silas stared at them in horror and covered them with his robe so that he couldn't see them anymore.

"Come on, we need to make it up to Albus's office," Remus said softly and helped the boy to his legs and made sure he had his new center of balance before letting go. He turned to the potion master, "I trust you shall not be mentioning this to anyone else besides Albus, correct?" A quick nod was sent their way and Severus left by means of a hidden door.

The pair walked in silence as they made their way towards the griffin guarding the entrance to the headmaster's office. A quick 'peppermint humbugs' gave them access to the spiraling stairway and both breathed heavily as they entered the office.

"Ahh, so why do I have the pleasure of your company this evening?" His benign smile put Silas's tortured nerves at ease for the moment at least.

"It seems we have a bit of a situation, sir, and we were hoping if you would know anything about it." Remus tugged his son's cloak up just enough for the paws to be in view. "You already know about the tail, right? All right then, well, these remained after Severus continued to provoke him into shifting once more. The problem that remains is that he was given his daily alcohol allotment and this still was able to happen. Also, there was no physical involvement between Severus and Silas which is making this even more confusing."

Albus raised a hand for Remus to stop talking, "I do not have any information at the moment for you, but I shall write to a friend of mine who has some extremely old tomes that might prove useful for this situation. Until then, please inform Miss Granger and Mister Black of this and make sure that they keep extra phials of both whiskey and calming draughts on them and ask them to keep close to young Harry."

"Thank you Albus," he muttered and turned to Silas who was drifting off to sleep at the moment. "Where do you want him to sleep for now?"

"Take him up to the Gryffindor rooms, but I'll make a small addition to the 6th year boys room where he can stay as well as Sirius if he desires."

He nodded in acknowledgement and gave his son a soft shove to wake him up. "Come on, it's late and I'm sure your dorm mates are wondering where you are."

"I…I can't!" Silas stuttered as he came back into the land of the living.

"On the contrary Harry, I shall be making a small addition within your dorm for you to stay in. I have already mentioned to your father that Mister Black is welcome to stay there as well since he is able to transform in case of problematic situations. So please go and get some needed rest."

Groggily, he nodded and with a heavy heart, made his way back to the Gryffindor common rooms where both Hermione and Sirius were waiting for him.

"Silas! There you are…It was so late and we were getting worried," Hermione cried and ran over to him and gave him a hug. He gently pushed her away and turned his head from their gazes.

Sirius frowned, "What's the matter mate?"

Silas glanced around the common room and noted that there were still people there, "I can't talk about it here. We'll have to wait until later."

"Well, let's go up to the dorms then…" Sirius muttered, fighting back a yawn.

Shifting his weight nervously, Silas followed and bid Hermione good night. The rest of the 6th year boys were already asleep which was good news to Silas.

"Hey, since when has that door been there?" Sirius asked, going over towards it.

"Oh, umm, I guess it's where I'm staying now," he mumbled softly and going inside. Sirius of course followed. "Dumbledore doesn't want an accident to happen so he made sure I have a separate room. Though you're welcome here since you can change."

"Accident?"

Sirius starred in bewilderment as the young werewolf raised up his robe and exposed his paws.

"Just what happened?!"