All recognised quotes, characters, places, ect. Belong to J.K Rowling. Everything else is my own creation.

I've always been taught to embrace my visions, to let them run their own course. Not to run from them, not to fight them. So why am I running now?

Oh yeah, I forgot- the Death Eaters.

Isn't it bad enough that Dumbledore's dead? That Mad- eye's dead? That George has lost his ear? They didn't have to destroy a wedding and kill the Minister of Magic- even though we weren't fond of him. Then there's the small fight in Tottenham Court Road. So now we're hiding in Grimmauld Place while Death Eaters stand outside the square, while Kreature hunts down Mundungus Fletcher and while we have no news from the Burrow. If I was here without Jamie, I'd be going insane. At least I can still reach the others if we ever need to talk to them.

"Will you stop it!" Hermione said loudly as the room was plunged into darkness yet again. I heard Jamie sigh as he continued to stare out the window. He was watching the Death Eaters while Hermione read Beedle the Bard and Ron played with Deluminator. Just two of the things that Dumbledore left to us in his will.

"Sorry! Sorry! I don't know I'm doing it!" Ron said quickly. The Deluminator clicked again and we were sitting in a lit room.

I watched as Harry slipped out the room again as they sat bickering. I sighed and stood up, causing Jamie to turn round and look at me. I smiled slightly as I walked over to him.

"Anything?" He said quietly as Hermione and Ron continued to argue behind us.

"No... I guess that no news is good news, really" I said in a whisper. I was determined to keep my worry out of his head. He didn't need to know everything that I did.

"Filth! Scum! Blood traitors!" We glanced at each other as Mrs Black's screams echoed up the stairs. I was last to the door, letting the others rush past me. I already knew who it was.

"Hold your fire, it's me, Remus!"

"Oh, thank goodness" Hermione said, redirecting her wand towards the portrait. With a bang and a shower of red sparks, the curtains closed, so that I walked down the stairs in silence. I saw Ron and Jamie lower their wands.

"Show yourself!" Harry called, his wand still pointing at the figure hidden in the dust.

"I am Remus John Lupin, werewolf, sometimes known as Moony, one of the four creators of the Marauder's Map, married to Nymphadora, usually known as Tonks, and I taught you how to produce a Patronus, Harry, which takes the form of a stag"

"Oh, all right" Harry said, lowering his wand as I passed them on the stairs and moved to hug the new arrival. "But I had to check, didn't I?"

"Speaking as your ex- Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, I quite agree you had to check. Ron, Hermione, Jamie, you shouldn't be quite as quick to lower your defences" Remus said as the others came down the rest of the stairs. "No sign of Severus, then?" He asked as he hugged Hermione.

"No. What's going on? Is everyone okay?" Harry asked as they shook hands.

"Yes, but we're all being watched" Remus said, looking exhausted. "There are a couple of Death Eaters in the square outside-"

"We know... I've been watching them" Jamie said quickly and Remus nodded.

"You have to Apparate precisely on the front step to make sure they can't see you" He said, glancing round at our faces. "They can't know you're in here or there'd be more people outside- I'm sure of it... They're staking out everywhere that's got any connection with you, Harry"

"Let's go down to the kitchen instead of standing in this dark hallway" I said in a dead voice, moving towards the door. They followed me, Hermione lighting a fire in the empty grate. Remus pulled out a few Butterbeers from under his cloak as we sat down at the table. I stared at the long scorch mark that Fred and George had caused two years previously.

"I'd have been here three days ago but I needed to shake off the Death Eater tailing me... So, you came straight here after the wedding?" I tuned out of the conversation as Harry told him about the Death Eaters in Tottenham Court Road. Something wasn't right.

"What are they saying they want Harry for?" I asked, frowning at the table. I felt Jamie's eyes on me for a second.

"Here... That's their reason" I looked up to see Remus pull out a copy of the Daily Prophet.

WANTED FOR QUESTIONING ABOUT THE DEATH OF ALBUS DUMBLEDORE

I felt sick. I closed my eyes and tried to push Harry's thoughts out of my head. The conversation moved away from the article almost immediately, towards the Ministry.

"Now that Dumbledore's dead, you- the Boy Who Lived- were sure to be the symbol and rallying point for any resistance to Voldemort. But by suggesting that you had a hand in the old hero's death, Voldemort has not only set a price upon your head, but sown doubt and fear amongst many who would have defended you. Meanwhile, the Ministry has started moving against Muggle-borns" That part of the conversation caught my attention. I looked up quickly. "Look at page two"

I grabbed the newspaper off the table as Hermione lifted her hand, too.

MUGGLE-BORN REGISTER

The Ministry of Magic is undertaking a survey of so-called 'Muggle-borns', the better to understand how they came to possess magical secrets.

Recent research undertaken by the Department of Mysteries reveals that magic can only be passed from person to person when wizards reproduce. Where no proven wizarding ancestry exists, therefore, the so-called Muggle-born is likely to have obtained magical power by theft of force.

The Ministry of Magic is determined to root out such usurpers of magical power, and to this end has issued an invitation to every so-called Muggle-born to present themselves for interview by the newly appointed Muggle-born Registration Commission.

"People won't let this happen!" Ron said quickly as I stopped reading, gripping the paper tightly, and feeling sick again.

"It is happening, Ron" Remus said quietly. "Muggle-borns are being rounded up as we speak"

"But how are they supposed to have 'stolen' magic?" Jamie said, sounding slightly angry.

"It's mental, if you could steal magic there wouldn't be any Squibs, would there?" Ron said, his fist hitting the table.

"I know... Nevertheless, unless you can prove that you have at least one close wizarding relative, you are now deemed to have obtained your magical power illegally and must suffer the punishment" Remus said and I saw Jamie glance at me and Hermione. So did Ron.

I switched off again, my thoughts elsewhere- like the Forbidden Forest where my Centaur family was.

"What's Voldemort planning with Hogwarts?" Hermione asked and I chose to listen again.

"Attendance is now compulsory for every young witch and wizard- it was announced yesterday" Remus said quickly. I stared at him with wide eyes as her spoke. "And it's another way of weeding out Muggle-borns, because students must be given Blood Status- meaning they have proven to the Ministry that they are of wizarding decent- before they are allowed to attend"

This time, I wasn't the only person who felt ill at the latest news. Harry, Ron, Hermione and Jamie shared my thoughts.

"It's... It's..." Harry said, struggling for words.

"I know" Remus said quietly before hesitating.

"Don't even bother, Remus" I said quietly, causing the others to look over at me. "You already know that we can't tell you what we're doing" I saw understanding cross Harry's face at my words.

"If Dumbledore didn't tell you, I don't think we can, Remus" Harry said as I continued to stare at the old professor.

"But I might still be of some use to you. You know what I am and what I can do. I could come with you to provide protection. There would be no need to tell me exactly what you were up to"