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Author's Note: Hello and thank you for giving this story a chance. This is just the prologue, setting up the rest of the story, but I promise Chapter I will have plenty of action to make up for it! This is a Dramione story, and it plays with the Draco-is-a-werewolf theory as well as filling in a plot hole that has always bothered me about Prisoner of Azkaban! Without further ado...


Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry, Headmaster's Office.

10 June, 1994.

Remus Lupin paused in the doorway of Albus Dumbledore's office, he had been about to leave after handing in his resignation, but...there was something else bothering him "Albus...about the other night…something happened that shouldn't have happened."

"Oh?" Albus Dumbledore asked, voice strangely low and calm, despite all of the things that had happened in the past eight hours. "I've already told you, have I not, Remus, that you are not to blame for what happened?"

Remus shook his head, turning back to the Headmaster. "It's not that, Albus, though I do think you are being far too forgiving. No, it's about Miss Granger. When I was transformed...she howled to me, and the wolf recognised her and answered...but she didn't transform, and she isn't my mate. So...why did he answer? Werewolves only answer the calls of their own kind."

"Ah, yes." Dumbledore answered calmly, as if they were discussing the weather. "Quite the mystery. As you pointed out, she is not a werewolf, so you should not have answered...it's possible Ms. Granger is destined to become a werewolf…"

"Albus, no!" Remus argued, eyes wide, seeing for a moment in his mind's eye the bright Gryffindor girl, scarred and in pain of transformation. "You can't let that happen!"

"Peace, Remus." Albus said, raising a hand. "I have no intentions of letting Miss Granger come to harm. There are other reasons why such a thing might have happened. There may be a werewolf somewhere in her ancestry….or…."

"Or what?" Remus asked, desperate for any kind of reason that might mean someone else might not be subjected to his curse.

"Not all werewolves are like the ones now." Dumbledore said thoughtfully. "The wulver and the faoladh, for example. They were not turned by violence, but have long since died out. It's possible that, like muggleborns, there are some born with the possibility of these old kinds."

"Should we tell her?" Remus asked, worrying his lip. "Prepare her for the possibility?"

"No." Albus said, turning serious. "She is just a child, though an intelligent one. Let's not have her worry where it is unnecessary. She has already lived a year more than she should through the time-turner. There is no need to concern her….but perhaps this information can help Severus in his attempts to improve the Wolfsbane potion. I will let him know."

"Headmaster…" Remus paused and shook his head. "I'm sorry. I could have hurt them. I was irresponsible and put the children at risk, but...thank you for giving me a chance."

Albus smiled at him sadly. "You deserve more chances than you have received, Remus. I am sorry that it had to end this way."

Remus gave the man a self-deprecating smile. "I went to school here. I knew about the curse. I never expected to come back for another year." With that, he left the office to go pack his things. Perhaps he could find a bookshop needing a clerk somewhere. A bookshop would be a nice change of pace.