*Remus. You can’t ignore me forever.*
His eyes shot open again, as it snapped, Be STILL! You’ll scare Harry. I am not going to harm you. I merely want to talk. You are quite the strong and stubborn young man, you know, it continued huffily. It took this long to break the walls and chains you set around me so I could actually speak to you.
Remus didn’t dare to move. “Who are you?” he breathed, eying his wand on the coffee table nearby.
Relax. The voice sighed. You haven’t figured it out yet? I’m you. The wolf. Moony.
“What?” This time he managed a hissed whisper instead of yelping like a pup. “You can’t be! Werewolves can’t…talk to their wolf half!”
Moony huffed again, his voice now filled with amusement. The tawny wolf in the back of Remus’ mind panted as well, his tongue lolling in a canine grin.
Of course we can. Most wizards are too terrified to even begin to listen though.
“Oh.” Seven years of being confronted with the various ‘impossible’ situations that James and Sirius had inevitably dragged him into made his reaction a bit more pragmatic than most would have been. The ever present scholarly side was also taking over, as he calmed slightly and curiosity won over. “How can you talk? You’re – pardon – “
– Just an animal? Moony finished wryly. Yes…and no. We are bonded, two halves of a whole. You are a strong, powerful wizard, and I don’t just mean magically. I am the spirit of a Luna Alpha. We were compatible, which is why you survived the Change, even at four years old. Selina is a harsh mistress, but she protects her children as much as she can.
“I don’t understand.”
Moony sighed heavily, his voice somber. One day I will share the full story of our ancestors, but simply put, Lunar wolves are Children of the Moon. We were once shapeshifters, shamans, warriors and guardians. We were able to change at will, not unlike what you wizards refer to as Animagi.
But times changed. A new sect of man arrived, one that could not believe, and therefore did not see. We were massacred, hunted and slaughtered. So we retreated to our sanctuaries, and became part of mists and legends. Once, we joined with our animals spirits joyfully, for to do so meant a bond unlike any other. Wizards with enhanced senses, instincts, and understanding of Mother Earth. Animals, with compassion and human intelligence and the conscious capacity to love. Our shamans gathered under a full moon to pray and appeal to the Goddess Seline, that we might retain this ability once again. But no appeal granted is without sacrifice, and for that we were tied to the turnings of the moon, so that our powers and abilities wane and grow as the moon treks across the sky. In this way, we are forever reminded of our blessing, that we are Her children, the Children of the Moon. However, when the pair is compatible, as you and I are, we will be able to change at will. That is, now that we are no longer…in conflict, fighting against each other and ourselves.
Remus couldn’t actually send him a sardonic look, but the wolf felt the emotion along their link.
To survive the Change without injury, Remus Lupin, you need to be willing to relinquish control, mind and body, to me. Even I, a Lunar Alpha, could not break through the sheer tenacity and iron will of a stubborn teenage wizard.