Disclaimer- I do not own a thing.

Warnings – this may be AU in some parts. Hopefully the HP will stay the same. This is set during GOF.

A/n – I was inspired by a pic at Deviant art of Wolverine's opinion on Remus being a Werewolf. This came out of my mind. Some parts may be AU. But I shall try and stay with the cannon as much as possible.

Notes –

America on Werewolves – According to the Continental Magical Institution (its equal being the British Ministry of Magic) Werewolves are treated the same as Witches and Wizards with some differences. First off, all Werewolves must find a safe place to turn during the full moon. They must also take the Wolfsbane potion. The CMI employs potions master's that do not sacrifice quantity of quality and so their Wolfsbane potion is just as good as Professor Snape makes it.

Werewolves must report where they live as well. Most chose known Wizarding neighborhoods. Some live in Salem, NY.

Werewolves may also procreate seeing as how American Scientists have proven that the malady does not go from parent to child.

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A British Werewolf in America

Chapter 1 – Times Square

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Remus J. Lupin stood on the sidewalk looking up at the tall buildings around him. His first time to America had gone according to plan so far. He had taken the flew from Ministry of Magic to the Continental Magical Institution where he was given his green card for a years worth of work in America. Mr. Slater had been nice towards him and had even explained America's view on Werewolves.

Remus had then taken a cab from the Institute to Times Square where he was to meet Logan, a mutant of some skill that Professor Xavior had sent. Logan was to meet him at Veronica's Coffee Café which seemed to be a pretty popular place. Remus sat at a table by the window, people watching. James had called it a bad habit, but Remus liked to people watch. He could pick up how someone felt by the smells they let off. Sirius was the only one who could understand this theory; after all, he turned into a Grim. People smelled different according to their feelings. Some smelled angry, others smelled happy. Remus sipped a cup of what American's called tea; it was certainly different from his usual black curry tea. It came on a Styrofoam cup with a holder with a "warning: the contents are hot" legend upon it. Remus wondered why such a thing needed to be put on an obviously hot cup of tea. But dismissed it as him self just being tired.

The bell jingled through the small café; Remus looked up to see a man with hair that reminded Remus of a wolf. The man was dressed in jeans and a black shirt with a leather jacket thrown over, which just added to the "bad boy" impression. Remus couldn't help but think of a younger Sirius Black shinning up his flying motorcycle. Long black hair pulled back in a lose tail and his own leather jacket with a Phoenix hanging off his own lanky form. The man sat down in front of Remus; "You Lupin, right?"

"Yes, and you must be Logan, correct?" Remus asked.

"Yeah, ya ready Bub?" Logan asked, he put his cigarette out in the ash tray provided. Remus nodded and stood. He gathered his robe, book bag and case. Outside sat a sleek MBW roadster in black. Logan put Remus' things in the trunk while Remus climbed into the passenger seat. Logan didn't say anything, though he was obviously surprised that Lupin knew so much about "Muggle" technology.

Remus must have been a quiet man for he didn't bother to talk much. Logan didn't like talking anyway and so he honestly didn't care. The ride up to the Xavior Mansion was nice once they left New York. The country side made Remus homesick. England had some wonderful country perfect for a Werewolf to run free during a full moon. James Potter had given him a nice two level house in the country that gave Remus plenty of room for his changes.

Westchester NY was a high end neighborhood that sported nicely mowed lawns, a park full of trees, and a small outlet mall no more than five miles from the Xavior Mansion. The gates opened for Logan after he pushed a button, he carefully drove through the throngs of students that where going through their PE classes with Dr. Hank McCoy. The man, also known as Beast, wore a dark blue sweat suit with a matching hat and a whistle of which he used to gain the children's attention.

On the stoop of the house stood Scot and Jean Summers; they were talking with Professor Xavior, of which Remus remembered from a photograph that Dumbledore had shown him. As Logan and Remus exited the car, Remus could hear some of the conversation.

"A whole semester is a long time," Jean was saying.

"Don't worry, Albus referred one of the best. Mr. Lupin came highly regarded," Xavior laughed.

"Right, but can he be trusted?" Scot asked.

"Of course he can be, he has grown up in a repressed society, just as us," Xavior pointed out.

"But a Werewolf can be dangerous," Jean sighed.

"We have it all under control, don't worry about it, just go have fun," Xavior patted Jean's hand and turned to Remus and Logan who were walking closer.

Remus Lupin looked tired, his hair was graying at the temples but the blond was still prevalent. He had tied it back in a low tail; his bangs hid his ice blue eyes just a little. He wore trousers with patches at the knees and even the jacket had patches in various places.

"Ah, good morning Mr. Lupin," Xavior greeted the teacher.

"Please, just call me Remus," the man smiled gently. He had a way of putting people at ease, though Scot wasn't one to fall into a sense of comfort so easily.

"Remus," Xavior corrected himself, "You know Logan, these two who should have left by now are Scot and Jean Summers. Their classes will be the ones you will take over on Monday," Xavior explained. Remus shook hands with both.

"Come, I'll give you a quick tour," Xavior beckoned Remus into the mansion. They left Logan, Scot and Jean looking after them on the stoop.

"What do you think of him?" Scot asked Logan.

"He's quiet," Logan replied.

"Really? Did he say anything?" Jean asked.

"Not much after all, we all ready know what he is," Logan shrugged.

"Jean we must go, we'll miss our flight," Scot said.

"Of course," they waved good-by to Logan and Hank as they drove away. The students yelled after them to have a wonderful time and to come back with a baby in their arms.

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Remus flicked his wand and all of his clothing flew out of the case and into the wardrobe. The pants, socks, shoes, shirts and other such things landed on shelves nicely folded or made them selves comfortable on a hanger. The room was large and homey with huge windows that looked out upon the back yard of the estate. The light blue and white tones made the room airy in nature. It had a queen sized four poster bed with white mosquito netting hanging from the support bars. There was a chest before the bed that Remus found held extra blankets.

The carpet was soft, soft enough to lie upon if he wanted. In the opposite corner from the wardrobe, farthest from the door was a fire place. Two winged back chairs and a small table stood before it. Lamps that looked like hurricane laps stood on either side of the huge mirror above the fire place, and there was a small stand with a tea pot on it.

The chest of drawers was used to house his books, plenty of them. He set jars of Dragon heart String, gryndylow feet, and other such things onto of the dresser. From his never ending case, he brought out his record player and small collection of records. A small scale dragon bone model was set on one of the bed side tables while the other held pictures of Harry and his friends, Sirius from the old days and one or two of James and Lily. There was one of Dumbledore mussing up his hair from when they met in first year, right after the sorting. His mother had taken that one. She had wanted to see the Shrieking Shack.

Looking around, Remus found two huge binders. Both from Jean and Scott. Apparently they didn't trust that he could teach and so had left these ledgers as a guide. However, a Marauder never went by a guide, they always winged it. Remus shook his head in amusement. He hadn't though of himself as a Marauder for the longest time, he wondered why he would think of such a thing now?

Taking up the ledgers, Remus settled by the fire place, a well aimed fire charm made the fireplace crackle merrily. He found that he was chilly more than usual, and with the merry fire before him, he settled in for a long read.

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The man looked down his nose at the green skinned creature of which met him at the abandoned monastery in the North Dakota Mountains. The man's white hair was dusty from the dry weather, and he was sweltering in his black robes. He had foregone on the mask.

"Magneto sent me because he doesn't think any of his people will look at this the right way, so, what does this Voldemort want anyway?" the young boy, Dorian, asked the Wizard who had introduced himself as Lucius Malfoy. Dorian obviously did not believe this man to hold any magic, but, he had to admit that the superior attitude coming from the man made him stand on edge.

"My Lord wants to eradicate those who are inferior," Lucius explained, quite plainly annoyed that the boy would ask such a stupid question.

"Okay, and who's the inferior?" Dorian asked.

"People with mixed blood, Mudbloods as we call them," Lucius replied. The wind whipped up at that moment.

"Okay, so your Lord is fighting against Mudbloods, what does that have to do with us Mutants?" Dorian asked.

"Mutants and Wizards have one thing in common, pure blood,"

"Right, and that means something because…?"

"Do you not read a news paper, boy?" Lucius snapped, "There is a war here just as much as there is in Britain. You fight against bigots who label you as criminal, when in fact, you deserve to rule above them,"

"Oh, and that's what you are fighting for too? To be equal?" Dorian's brown eyes grew wide with understanding.

"Indeed, and we want a treaty with this Magneto, after my Lord takes England, he wishes for the world,"

"That might be hard to do, but I shall let Magneto know," Dorian promised.

"Good, this letter…" and here Lucius handed a letter that was black, the green wax was stamped with a skull that had a snake crawling out of its mouth, to Dorian.

"This shall explain everything," Lucius said. Dorian nodded and put the letter in the book bag, a loud noise made him jump and as he looked about to find the source, he noticed that Lucius Malfoy had disappeared.

With no sign of the man anywhere, Dorian got onto his motor bike and made for the Brother Hood Safe House where he would deliver the message from this Lord Voldemort fellow.

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TO BE CONTINUED

A/N – Well, I couldn't find a character that would be good as a go between for Magneto and Voldemort and so I picked Dorian Leach. We shall find out more as to why he is working for Magneto when he is obviously neutral.

Ta,

Snowthorn