Remus looked as stunned as Harry at the news. Harry was proud of his Potter ancestors and offered them a silent prayer of thanksgiving for their generosity. He suspected their friendship with the Pack was going to pay him off with interest today if his assessment of the Glyndwr Alpha was even near close.
"I didn't know that," Harry said in honest surprise. "Did you know my grandfather?" The older werewolf nodded with a wide grin.
"Good man for a wizard. Horrible cheat at poker. Man could bluff the devil; never play cards with a solicitor, boy." Harry grinned in response to the obvious humour and respect in the man's voice.
Dyfed now gestured to the older woman with him. "Harry Potter, allow me to introduce my wife and the Alpha Bitch of Glyndwr, Marisol. And you've meet her number two, Charisa."
"Madam Marisol, it is my pleasure to meet you," Harry started courteously. He was interrupted by her delighted laughter.
"No, no, no, Harry. It's just Marisol here with the Packs. There's not that many of us that we really need to use last names and we have our own form of courtesy. Being addressed like we were normal is actually something of an insult." In spite of Marisol's friendly words and demeanour, Harry could see a spine of steel in the woman. He suspected that if crossed, Marisol would make McGonagall look a milksop. Harry also caught the flash of anger when she said 'normal'.
'Looks like Colleen and Charisa aren't the only angry she-wolves,' Harry thought. Remus seemed resigned to how the Magical world treated him and the two Alphas seemed not to care. But based on those Harry had met, it seemed female werewolves were furious!
"Sorry Marisol," Harry said with a smile. "Remus has been bringing me up on Pack etiquette. I must have missed that." Marisol laughed.
"Oh, tosh! No male every cared a whit about manners without a female there giving him a reason to!" The females surrounding the small group now laughed in agreement. Dyfed gave his wife a glance before turning back to Harry.
"Here's a lesson for you, young Harry. Let your female take the lead in the unimportant stuff. Then they leave the things that truly matter in our hands." This was a gruff laugh of agreement from the male werewolves while Ian grinned at his daughter. Dyfed and Marisol were now glaring at each other with their teeth in a snarl.
"Not sure if they're going to ripe each other's throats out or their clothes off," Harry heard someone say. That sounded like something that Sirius would've said. Then Harry realized everyone was staring at him. 'Oh shit, did I say that?'
Harry was rapidly thinking of some way to apologize while cursing his dog-father when Dyfed and Ian burst out laughing. Quickly the surrounding crowd, both male and female, joined in.
"Sometimes we're not sure either!" Dyfed admitted still laughing.
Now the crowd broke back into groups socializing and eating. The two Alphas wandered off together leaving Harry talking to various werewolves that Remus introduced. Harry did his best to talk to as many as possible but he never did get a chance to talk to the other Alphas. He did get to talk to werewolves from every Pack save the Greyback Pack. Harry also noticed that Marisol said somewhere nearby and seemed to be observing him while talking with an ever changing circle of women.
This continued until a horn sounded. It was an old-fashioned horn made from what was literally a ram's horn. The crowd immediately moved towards the bonfire.
"Well done, Harry," Remus murmured with a small smile as they moved with the crowd. "I wouldn't have suggested acting like Sirius to break the ice but it seems to have worked. I think you impressed them."
"I know," Harry answered back with a whisper. "Just don't tell Padfoot or he'll never let us live this down." Remus responded with a chuckle and clapped Harry gently on the shoulder.
"COME!" a voice boomed out. "COME NOW TO DEAL WITH THE FALSE WOLF! THEN WE CAN SEE TO THE PROPER BUSINESS OF SUPPORTING THE ONLY WIZARD THAT CAN GIVE US OUR TRUE POWER!"
Through the crowd Harry could see a huge, grizzled looking man in rough, dirty clothing. Even from a distance Harry could see the sickly yellow eyes and he could sense the madness inside of them.
Fenir Greyback had arrived at the Gathering.
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