The next morning, Remus was up early. Harry was safe and content, back under the charms. The toddler was slowly becoming more resistant to the charm over all, which meant that these little excursions would have to end soon, but there were two more trips that were needed to complete before he could settle down with his young adopted nephew to raise him right. If all went well, then he wouldn’t have to face such a momentous task alone…
It was time to figure out what really had happened two nights ago.
*Relax.* Moony murmured. *Let down your walls. This won’t hurt again, I swear to you. Focus on the sensations you feel during the Change–running through the forest, the earth underneath your pads, the wind in your face…*
It was like falling, boneless, to the ground, only to land on his hands and … paws? He glanced down in surprise to see two very large, furry paws with lethally sharp claws curving out of the ends.
Ignoring Moony’s amused huff of laughter, he padded into his bedroom, where he had a full length mirror on the back of his door.
A young adult wolf stared back at him. Tawny gold, to match his own burnished locks. Warm dark brown eyes laughed back at him, almost almond shaped and tilted slightly at the corners, rimmed by dark pigment and enhanced by molten gold flecks. He was rather on the lanky side still, Remus thought critically, and lean, although the potential to broaden out was there.
*Yes, yes. We are gorgeous and we’ll have all the she-wolves lining up, bitches and witches thought they may be.* Moony teased. *Shall we go?*
Remus snorted, mentally rolling his eyes at himself and his counterpart, and left.
They covered the twenty miles between his cottage and the Potter’s in no time, using that ground-eating lope that was inherent to wolves. Moony got them inside, leaping neatly over the detection and barrier spells, and allowed Remus to take over, but kept them in wolf-shape.
James was still there, and Remus assumed Lily would be too, under a preservation spell as part of the crime scene. He knew the Aurors had already been through, and would return to complete clean up when then received instructions as to burial details.
James had been an Auror; Lily, a mediwitch and Trauma Healer attached to his unit. As such, they had been required to write up a will and fill out the necessary forms in the event that they were killed in the line of duty. James also had additional paperwork, as was his responsibility as the Head of House Potter; but Gringott’s had control of all of that, so it wasn’t a concern for Remus. Yet.
While he had been lost in his thoughts, Moony had taken back control briefly, using their enhanced senses to scan the room in ways humans wouldn’t have thought of.
*Remus. Go to James’ body, near his head. There’s a scent there, that I almost recognize…*
The wizard complied, crouching gingerly and trying to push the overwhelmingly sense of grief back as he let the wolf take over to lean in close, inhaling deeply. James looked like he was merely sleeping, his mouth open and his body sprawled out in a position that would probably be extremely uncomfortable to anyone else. Moony stuck his nose practically in James’s mouth and sniffed, before backing away and snorting, shaking his head.