Hey, I'm sorry I haven't been updating any of my other fics, but I have this horrible habit of geting my ideas out there first and worrying about them later... Anyways, got a new one. This one focuses mostly on Lupin, and Tonks and it's gonna get kinda cat-fighty, but trust me, it'll be good.

PLEASE REVIEW!

Plot synopsis: Lupin meets a couple new werewolves in the underground, and they aren't taking orders from Fenrir... might be canon, might not, I'll decide later.

First dialogue part borrowed, in part, from the opening lyrics to a song by Scarlet (or was it something else... dammit, it's slipping my mind.)

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Lupin frowned, trying to keep a straight face. It was hard to do when he was literally shoulder to shoulder with around a hundred or so sweaty, smelly, desheveled men. They were being pressed in so close because the majority of them were watching Fenrir Greyback, and no one wanted to look inattentative when Fenrir was around.

"We are going to cut out their living guts and use them to bathe, do you hear me? For the hell they make us live in!" Fenrir was raving.

"Yeaaaaa!!" a lot of the smelly men yelled in agreement.

Lupin pretended to be enthused, but in truth, this sort of talk made him want to bolt. The werewolf underground was, literally, underground, a few feet into a distant forest in England. The entrane was guarded by a rundown old shack that had been taken by tangled climbing vines and weeds and nearly no muggles came to call.

Unless Fenrir decided to, of course.

There was also a fair number of small children at the meeting, including two teenagers, one boy and one girl. Unlike the other children, they weren't upset. In fact, their blank faces and calm demeanors rather reminded him of Severus Snape, an old school enemy and known triple agent.

He focused his attentions once more on Fenrir and tried to look excited.

"We will fight for the Dark Lord's cause!"

"Definitely!" Lupin roared along with the rest. Smiling in this awful place among confused angry men and frightened, lost children made him hate himself, but it was crucial to his success.

"We'll wait for the opportune moment and strike them down one by one! We're gonna kill them all and turn them! Live like we should! Stop hiding like beaten dogs!" Fenrir growled, his fiilthy matted hair hanging in his face.

"Yes!" Lupin cried, shaking his fist in mock triumph and smiling painfully again. God, how he hated this.

"Then what is our aim tonight??"

"Bite!! Turn them!" Lupin growled wildly, finding the wolf in his voice among the throng.

He shot a glance again at the smallest child in the corner, who was blood streaked from her bite to the arm and crying, blonde pigtails limp and frightened looking. Lupin longed to get all the children out of this awful place and into the safety of their parent's arms again, but he knew without a doubt that these children would never see home again.

As the werewolves started to file out of the underground rooms for their nightly romp (tonight was a almost a full moon) Lupin happened to chance upon the small, blonde girl. He couldn't help himself.

He glanced around to make sure they had all gone ahead of him, scooped her into his arms, shushed her to be quiet and took her outside, heading towards the nearby village. With any luck, her parents would find her.

It was only one child out of perhaps a dozen, but it was a start. He couldn't stand by and do nothing.

He watched her until she had run into the safety of a small building and turned his back on the place. He needed to head to Hogsmeade and alert Dumbledore of the goings on at this night's meeting.

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Ok, so it seems I can't help but make this canon. PLEASE review!