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All characters belong to J. K. Rowling. I just borrowed them to write this story. All things you don't recognise belong to me.

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Prologue

It was nearing mid-day on the last day of July with the blazing sun looking down from the glorious clear blue sky onto the empty street of London below, filled with uninviting houses. The heat of the day resulted in the lack of chirping sounds of birds that were either securely settled in their nests or out hunting in comparably cooler areas.

The residents of the houses stayed in escaping the unbearable heat of the day. From music blaring from some, to broken windows and peeling paints in others, this was a pretty shabby and normal neighbourhood.

However, amidst this ordinary neighbourhood, stood an extraordinary house, shining in its ancient glory, only visible to some people, special people, namely...wizards.

Number 12, Grimmauld Place.

Once headquarters to the Order of the Phoenix, this house belonged to an innocent man framed for the murder of his friends. Sirius Black.

Black fell in combat around five years ago, leaving the house in possession of his homeless friend, Remus Lupin.

So under the possession of its new owner, the once tattered house now stood in its full splendour against scorching sun shining down upon it.

In one of the many bedrooms in the house, resided the owner.

Remus Lupin, a man with light brown hair specked with grey, stood in front of the mirror fixing his dress robes. After many years of ridicule and hardships, time had finally done him good about three years ago...

Three years ago, vanished a major threat to humanity; the ones destined to battle, faced each other. Three years ago, Harry Potter and Lord Voldemort came face to face in the final battle. Voldemort was defeated, restoring the world's peace but at a great expense.

Like any other, severe casualties accompanied the battle. Many died, many were lost...but those who survived found out the true meaning of life.

The fall of Voldemort, although an event to rejoice, brought nothing but pain to those involved. To fight off the Dark Lord, the Order of Phoenix was created; and over time, the Order became a big family. When members of the Order fell, what remained for the rest was immense pain over their loss...

But it was Molly Weasley's idea of coping that raised the spirits of the rest. A month after the war, when many of the physical injuries were healed, Molly Weasley took up the task of renovating what was left of the tattered house, No. 12 Grimmauld Place.

Eventually, through Molly's constant nagging, and with the help of Hermione's, Ginny's, and Luna's research, the house was once again made inhabitable. Mrs Black's portrait, the ancient Black tapestry, the elf- heads and other similar things were taken off and the house was cleaned of whatever dark objects and creatures that might reside in it...including werewolves.

One thing about Remus Lupin was that he was a werewolf; his main reason of shabby clothes, and unemployment. When Hermione Granger graduated from Hogwarts as the brightest witch in quite sometime, she worked alongside Severus Snape, a brilliant Potion Master who after the war was not such a git, amending the original version of the Wolfsbane potion creating a cure for lycanthropy.

So now that he wasn't a werewolf, unemployment was not a problem for him. On the basis of his valuable services to the Order of the Phoenix, his immense knowledge of Dark Magic, and a good word from the Minister of Magic, Arthur Weasley, and Head of the Order, Albus Dumbledore, Remus Lupin was now a respectable Auror at the Ministry of Magic, and one of their best assets.

Voldemort's downfall, however, was not the end of evil. Within just two years of his return, he had recruited many followers. Although many fell during the war, many still posed a great threat to the world.

The chiming of the clock in the room indicated to Remus that it was time to leave. Putting on his cloak, and picking up the wrapped package on the table, he made his way down the stairs to the door. A smile crept up to his face as he took each step. He was glad to finally have a place of his own to call "home", a home that was protected by every type of charms and spells that he knew. He was glad that his life had taken such a turn, that there were better times for him ahead.

Locking the door behind him, he made his way to the apparition zone nearby, and a loud crack was heard as he Disapparated.

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A/N: This is a modified version of the prologue. Some more chapters will also be modified, look out for them.

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