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Harry didn't know when he had woken up. All he was aware of now was the awful, mind numbing tedium of the off-white ceiling above him. He would have moved if not for the agony in his leg. His hands reached behind his head to the backboard of his bed. Struggling, Harry pushed himself up into a sitting position. Damn. His legs protested the movement. This was worse than that bloody scar! A wordless cry of pain escaped his mouth.

Madam Pomfrey would have had this gone in a minute. Why couldn't this have happened at Hogwarts? If this is the best werewolf bite treatment facility in Britain, I'll eat my own foot!

Just then, the door opened, and Taryn walked in. Behind him was another man, tall and purposeful. His hair was long and black, grown out a little past his shoulders. The man's dark blue eyes were… powerful, somehow. Taryn cleared his throat to speak, and it seemed to Harry that Drant had become more focused in the presence of the tall man.

"This is my brother, Harthcourt Drant. He's just come back from seclusion. Midnight's Requiem can't afford more than a small stash of Wolfsbane potion, for emergency purposes. We have to lock our Wolves up when the moon comes out. That's why you haven't seen anyone but me yet. Most of the others are still resting, but Harth wanted to meet the Boy Who Lived." Harry nodded. Right now, all he could do was smile and nod. Later, he could check the facts, get out of this room, and try and get himself back to Hogwarts. Now was a time for sitting back, absorbing the information, true or not, that these people gave him. Harth flashed him a wide, sympathetic smile. He stepped forward gingerly, seemingly a little shaken up from his recent transformation.

"Hello, Harry Potter. I'm sorry that bastard got you. He's been loose for years. The man's a monster, maybe worse than the wolf inside him. He goes looking for populated areas when the full moon gets close. He's our biggest failure. We've gone after him so many times, and he always evades us. That bastard positions himself where he can do the most damage. He's the one who got me. " Harth gave off much more of an open feeling than Taryn had. Taryn himself seemed sharper in his presence. "I guess maybe that makes us brothers, huh?" here Harth's confidence broke. He looked down and then back up, right into Harry's eyes. "I mean, if you think so." Taryn shot Harth a questioning, sideways look.

"The kid just got here. Save your family speeches for if he stays, all right? He's bound to be overwhelmed right now," the healer said. Taryn seemed almost fond of Harry. "I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to have a look at that wound again." He walked over to Harry's bedside. "Would you leave, Harth?" he requested, apologetically. Harth gave a slight nod and left the room. "I'm going to have to unwrap your bandages, alright?" Taryn asked. Without waiting for an answer, he began gingerly unfurling the soiled linen. Harry struggled to keep from crying out. Even Taryn's light touch hurt terribly. Underneath all the wrappings, Harry's leg was solidly purple. Taryn winced.

From within the recesses of his robes, Taryn produced a small bottle. He shook it liberally over the large wound, and the liquid sizzled on contact. A few seconds later, Harry whimpered. "You. Could. Have. Warned. Me.," he said through gritted teeth.

"Yes, I could have. But then the pain would have been much, much worse, " answered Taryn. "You should be able to walk by tomorrow, with that. Sorry it took so long to get it to you, I had to brew it fresh,"

"Taryn, I – can I write to someone? More than one someone? There are people who need to know where I am, people I want to talk to." Harry waited anxiously. If he could just talk to someone, tell Dumbledore where he was, what had happened, he'd feel so much better.

"Why would we stop you?" asked the healer, with a wide smile. "You can borrow my owl, if you want." The moment the words reached his ears, Harry began to panic. Hedwig! Hedwig's been alone for days, stuck in her cage!

"Actually, I have an owl. And she's been stuck in her cage since I left my aunt and uncle's house. Is there something you can do? Can you get to Little Whinging from here? I have to go now." Harry tried to move, and made it as far as placing his foot on the ground before the agony became too much for him. Suddenly Taryn was there, lifting him back onto the bed.

"Let me guess, gorgeous female snowy owl? She's here. I found her outside, actually. She kept flying at the door. Wouldn't stop till I let her in. I've been feeding her, don't worry. I'll bring her to you. She's very sweet, gets along nicely with Decarte – that's my owl." Harry let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. How did she get out? Maybe she screeched until the Dursleys couldn't take it anymore. "I can bring you some parchment too, and a quill. Who are you planning to write to?" asked Taryn. "I though you were an orphan," he added.

"Dumbledore needs to hear from me. And being an orphan doesn't mean I don't have friends." Harry answered back.

"Friends you trust to still care, despite your – condition?" Harry nodded. If his friends still stuck with him despite the whole danger and doom follow me thing, they'd have no issue with his Lycanthropy. No one who really mattered cared about Lupin's furry little problem, so why should it matter with him?

Within the next half hour, Taryn brought Hedwig, in a shiny new cage, into Harry's room. He brought the parchment with him as well.

"Here you go. I'll try to be back in an hour or so, so I can mail whatever you have for you. Please don't try to get up again." With that, he placed Hedwig and the writing materials by Harry's bed. As soon as Taryn left, Harry unlocked the cage, and picked up the paper and quill.

"It's good to see you, girl," he said to Hedwig, ruffling her feathers. She hooted happily in response, and nibbled his ear affectionately. Harry thought for a moment, and then set his pen to the parchment.

Dear Dumbledore,

Please, don't worry about me right now. I know I just mysteriously disappeared, but it's really not my fault. I was out walking, and I got chased and bitten by a Werewolf. From what I've been told, I'm one now too.

I'm not sure where I am, but the people are all right. I don't think they mean badly. As far as I can tell, I'm safe, and there just keeping me here until I heal. It's some sort of secret Werewolf anti-biting association. They've been good to me. I should be ready to see you again soon, I think. My guess is that it would be a bad idea for me to go back to the Dursley's.

I'll be in contact with you.

Sincerely,

Harry Potter

Harry looked over his work. Was there anything else to say? Nothing for now. He was overcome by an exhaustion he had been ignoring while writing the letter. This pain was really taking it out of him. He shimmied forward in bed, and closed his eyes.