A/N: Ok, so this is a little dinky fanfic I'm writing just so I can have something to think about at camp, other than role-plays that I'll never finish because of lack of instant messaging privileges. It's not the best fanfic I've ever written or will ever write, and it totally defies the whole story line I have for this pairing, but what ever, too bad.

Ok, so just so you know, I've decided that the whole Harry Potter story line is going to be present day, not in the 90's, ok? So Remus is 36 as of this year, and Claidi is 33 as of this year. Oh, also Claidi is James Potter's cousin, and that kind of brings the two mentioned in the last sentence a bit closer together. Yes, there's chemistry, duh. Oh, and also Claidi is the professor of Falconry and Training of Other Birds and Animals at Hogwarts (yes, I created that class), but Falconry for short. And Remus is still at Hogwarts after all these years, so what ever. Okiez? Great, now on the blood disclaimer.

Disclaimer: I only on several things about Claidi, seeing as I've used so many variables from other fanfics and books and such. Everything besides Camp Maplewood and stuff like Claidi and Frightful and such belongs to J. K. Rowling, that wonderful bitch. Ok, Camp Maplewood belongs to Uncle Lee and Sue, and Claidi belongs to too many things, but I'll say she's mine, just for the factor that I believe that I created much of her.

He was swimming in a sea of darkness and confusion, thrashing around, trying to find the way out when suddenly–

"Creeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

"Waaaaaaaaahhhh!" Remus cried out in surprise as he jetted upward in bed, flipping over the side and falling onto the cold, hard floor.

Remus John Lupin lay there on the floor of his office, wearing his pinstriped pajama pants. His tawny hair had thin streaks of gray running through its waves, and his amber eyes were wide with surprise. His body structure was abnormally thin, but well built and muscled, all thanks to his wolfish metabolism.

The peregrine falcon that sat on his windowsill cocked her head to the side and said with inquiry, "Creee?" Ruffling her feathers, she hopped down onto the floor as Remus sat up, and walked over to him, a letter in tow.

He smiled at the glorious bird, stroking her sleek feathers. "'Morning, Frightful," he cooed, "Next time, please be a little more gentle in waking me, ok?" He laughed as she bobbed her head awkwardly in a nod. Hopefully, he unfastened the letter from her leg as quick as he could, and tore it open.

His heart sank back down into his chest as he realized that it was a letter from Professor Dumbledor. Remus had once again forgotten that Frightful was working for Albus while Claidi was away in America this summer.

Claidissa Freya Star Falcon was his colleague, good fried (some might even say best), and even the current interest in what little personal life he had to cherish. He cared deeply for her, and, every now and again, still found he scared himself silly that she would walk out on him because of his lycanthropy. But he would always shake his head and laugh a little, for that would most likely never happen; she was a lycanthrope too, although she was a rare and completely different type than he was.

Shaking his head, he focused his attention and read the letter.

Remus –

I have an important mission for you in America. All but a
selected few members of the Order are uninformed about this
assignment, so please keep this to yourself. Be ready to leave by
midnight tonight, and prepare muggle attire; you will be given all
information about your profile tonight. Please, do not be late.
Sincerely yours,
Albus Dumbledor

Remus gave the letter another thoughtful look. He stroked Frightful's head one last time, whispering to her with a smile, "Give my regards to Jockey, ok?" The bird chuckled at the use of Claidi's childhood nickname and flew out the window and out of sight.

"Please, come in, Remus," Professor Dumbledor replied to the rapping at his door. Hesitantly, Remus opened the door and closed it behind him, walking up to the desk at which the Headmaster sat.

With a warm, reassuring smile, the elder man handed an oak tag file-folder over to the man before him. Remus received the file, only assuming that it contained the information he would need for his task; obviously enough, it did.

Dumbledor began, "Your name is John Seigal. Your age is the same, as is your birthday. All the fine details are in here, but you must leave as quickly as possible; the orientation is tomorrow."

Confusion flooded his mind as that last bit of what Albus said registered. "Wait," he stalled as he formed his inquiry, "What orientation?"

He smiled at Remus and opened his own copy of the file. He began by showing him a picture of what looked like some sort of camp facility. "Some of the Order's alliances in the U.S. have informed us that there have been several odd occurrences of surges of magic, all taking place in the lake." He continued at the unwavering look of puzzlement on the younger man's face, "We have decided that we should send a member – namely, you – to monitor these occurrences, as we cannot have anything drastically dangerous and magical happening at a muggle day camp."

Everything began to process clearly now. Wanting to make sure he understood his assignment, Remus slowly began, "So you're telling me that I've been assigned to work hide out at a muggle – what was it? A day cump?" He felt embarrassed at the light chuckling of the man before him.

"Nonsense," Professor Dumbledor smiled, "You will be working at the day camp as a counselor." Seeing the insight hitting his friend, he continued, "On the train to Kings Cross, study the information set up for you in that file." He pulled out a small, long, thin box, handing it across the desk. "If you find there is a question you cannot answer off hand, or some information you seem to have forgotten, use this digital watch. It has been charmed so that if you hit the blue button, the information will flash across the screen." His eyes twinkled as he smiled softly.

Remus took another moment to let this all set in, before nodding and standing up. "I'll do my best." He took the box and the file and turned to leave.

When he reached the door, Albus put in his final word, "Oh, and try not to get distracted." His eyes twinkled once again, yet this time they held a devious glint as Remus opened the door and closed it behind him.

A/N: Ok, so if you need any more info about anything like the camp or Claidi or w/e, IM me or email me, seeing as I wont be on IM for a while.

Oh, and this isn't that good, seeing as I wrote it at my aunt's house while I was staying there one weekend.