But I digress.
Children, especially magical children, often show signs of their potential and affinity at a young age. Like attracts like. Whatever their animal guardian is usually seeks them out, so that they may bond and grow together. Not just wolves choose to bond with witches and wizards, although we are the most…insistent about it. You, Remus Lupin, were an extremely strong magical child. I was already close when the Betrayer found you. I was not in time to spare you completely.
“What?” Remus whispered.
You showed an affinity for Beast Speaking before you could walk. Your parents indulged you, often taking you for walks in the woods near your home. Your mother was a Healer, your father a hunter and trapper. The Betrayer found you, and struck.
Moony closed his gold-brown eyes for a long moment. Traditionally, the Change occurs through a ritual of blood, magic, and intent. Both parties must willing accept the bond, and all that comes with it. I…forced it on you in order to save your life. I cannot say that I regret the intent behind my actions, only the method in which they were implemented. You were far too young, and the trauma too much, for you to begin to understand that the horrible monster from your nightmares was not the same as the one you were bonded with. I…am so very deeply sorry for what our bond has caused you, Remus.
The wizard lost his breath at the emotions assaulting him and instinctively reacted, reaching out to soothe and comfort.
“Moony. Moony. It’s okay. I…forgive you. You did what you had to, and I am grateful to you. Easy does it…We’re both fine. We survived. We’re here now…” He didn’t know how long he talked, or whether it was out loud or in his head, all of his attention focused on reducing that storm of emotions. When it was finally quiet in his head once more, he let out a slow breath, giving them both a few moments, before changing the subject.
“What happened on Halloween?” He said quietly. “ I woke up and Harry was here! How did you seize control, if I wasn’t listening to you yet?”
Moony growled low. “One of the reasons, Remus Lupin, why we are so compatible is because of your instincts, not mine. We remained at this house, near Godric’s Hollow, instead of your shack by Hogwarts because you suspected that something might happen to James and Lily. You didn’t tell anyone – not even Sirius – that you were back from spying on the feral packs. So when the moon went blood red, you knew, even with the Change. I was able to appeal to that worry and those instincts, and take control. I – we – arrived to the Potter’s house too late, but I smelled Sirius, Dumbledore, and Hagrid—with Harry. I followed.
“But the Dursleys live in Surrey!” Remus sputtered. “How did you—“
Harry is our Pack, by blood, magic, and intent. The Moon Goddess herself has recognized it. Pack members can gather where one is already, no matter the distance between them. It is a gift. Moony said quietly. That, and I can use your magic to Apparate. We are one, Remus – or nearly. Again, like having an Animagus form as a sentient being in your mind. Magic is done through intent and ability. A wand is merely a focus point, although it has become a crutch for too many.