Remus went up to the crib softly and gently smoothed down his hair to wake him up. When he first woke up it was instantaneous; his avada kedavra eyes sprung open and he flinched violently. He scooted back almost instantly and glanced warily around the room; all the while magic seeped out into the room almost as if it was a protecting him, warning others to stay away. The magic seemed to come from Harry; but at the same time it didn’t. Remus could not come up with an analogy, it was to bizarre. It crackled in the room, letting out a dark aura and saturating the air around it. When Harry saw Remus’ startled, but kind face, he immediately relaxed and let out a small smile. If it did not get any more weird the magic lingered, almost judging the werewolf’s presence. He could hear the intent behind it; it hissed lowly, "mine, protect.... werewolf! Stay away!" When he heard the last part he started backing away, however the magic pushed outwards after giving a last "hug" on Harry. Remus flew backwards and landed in a crash into the couch, effectively making a hole in it.