A werewolf is of course a dangerous creature and once it has met maturity changes begin, such as heightened senses, more powerful magic and stronger emotions which can lead to violent outbursts. But a werewolf is at its most dangerous when its mate is threatened. Werewolves mate for life, they know on instinct when they hit maturity as soon as they see their mate. Being a werewolf's mate can be both a burden and pleasure. A werewolf must go through three stages once they have found their mate:

1)Mark their mate with a bite while in their human form. This mark must be given to the mate with their consent, but this is avoided by some werewolves by using the illegal imperious curse just before the mark is given, causing the mate to believe they want it.

2)The werewolf must then gain complete trust of their mate.

3)Both the werewolf and its mate must be bonded spiritually in a ceremony where they speak vows and seal it with a kiss, after this the mate must mark the werewolf in the same manner that the werewolf first did to them.

After these three stages are complete the werewolf and their mate are linked forever.

The burdens of being a mate of a werewolf include jealosy if they are to even speak to a member of the opposite sex and if you are the mate of a dark (darker than others) werewolf then they will turn you into a werewolf to ensure you will never leave them.

One pleasure of being a mate of a werewolf is that the werewolf can never physically hurt you, when you are the mate of a werewolf no one can harm you without severe consequences, also a werewolf, in nearly all cases, will do anything in their power to ensure the happiness of their mate, tending to physical needs as well mental ones.

At this point Remus slammed the book closed, causing some first years nearby to jump. He ran a shaky hand through his hair. 'A werewolf is of course a dangerous creature' what a load of rubbish, there were few werewolves in the world who would want to harm anyone, that was why he hated these books for spreading such prejudiced lies about his kind to the impressionable minds of the students around him.

He sighed heavily and leant back in the hard wooden chair of the library. He was approaching maturity, he knew it.

Recently his senses had become sharper, he didn't need his glasses at all anymore as his eyesight came to a higher level than most normal people, he'd lashed out at a second year for tripping over his foot in the common room, resulting in tears and a big scene which his friends found very amusing and in class when they had been trying to levitate a book to eye level (for revision for newts next year) his had gone through the stone ceiling and had later been found to have gone through the roof (which was 7 floors up) and then fallen over the astonomy tower balcony and down through Peeves who decided to use the pages for spit balls, much to Snape's dislike as Peeves chased him with them.

Remus Jonathan Lupin was in his 6th year at Hogwarts, his friends James, Sirius and Peter all knew of his condition, they were the only ones, except Madam Jovi the nurse, Armando Dippet the Headmaster and Albus Dumbledore the Transfigurations teacher and his head of house.

And so on that September evening (the night before classes started) while Sirius and James were at Quidditch practise and Peter had disappeared he had decided to use his few moment of peace to research what was happening to him. He had already known what that book had told him, plus a few other things. Such as his mate would be his own age, younger than him by only a few months tops.

His friends were always with him, they knew of his concern at losing them because of his condition, although Peter had been going off by himself more often lately. Sirius and James were the playboys of Hogwarts, always in bed with one girl or another, they were handsome and they knew it, as was Remus, he was the strong silent type that many girls craved, with shaggy sandy coloured hair and deep brown eyes, but he stayed impartial, knowing they would not feel the same if they knew his secret.

Suddenly, interupting his thoughts he heard a noise, which was odd for the library, someone was humming a tune, unable to see the source he looked to see Madam Pince the new librarian's face at this, her beady eyes were scanning all the tables, a scandalised look upon her features. He smiled slightly and went to put his book back, the shelf that he had found it on was right at the back, no one ever went there, which was evident in the thick layer of dust everywhere. He put it back and turned to leave but he stopped upon hearing the humming sound again.

Picking up on the exact place it was coming from with his well tuned hearing Remus crept through the shelves. Then he saw it. A girl.

She was scanning the shelves, her head bobbing with the tune, making her long blonde hair swing slightly. Remus felt a pang in his chest as she turned and saw him. She smiled and he suddenly found he'd lost the use of his limbs, she was looking at him, her eyes pale sapphires, shining and sparkling at him.

He felt a small but strong physical pull towards her.

She stopped humming and came closer before whispering softly

"You don't know where 'Werewolves: The Facts' by Edgar Strife is do you? I can't seem to find it anywhere" With a shrug.

He coughed, forcing his voice to work

"Its over that way, in the back" He answered quietly.

"Oh thanks, think you could show me?" She asked, her voice was ending chills up his spine. He nodded and turned his head swimming, why did she need the very book he'd just put away, it was rubbish, all of it. She stepped in time next to him as he walked, breaking the silence she told him

"Personally I find Strife's views completely and utterly wrong but I need it for a speech I'm giving in a few days on how unfair werewolves are treated in our closed minded society"

He actually stopped walking. She turned to him, confused, but upon seeing his look of utter shock she misinterpreted it. She rounded on him.

"What you don't think werewolves deserve rights? How dare you! Are you one of those closed minded people who believe the rubbish the Daily Prophet says about attacks, they have no choice it isnt their fault!" At this point she poked him in the chest accusingly, her eyes firing up with anger. He was at least a head taller than her which could have been daunting but she didn't seem to notice as she looked up at him.

"No! It's just I've never met a girl who thinks the same way I do about werewolves" He explained hurriedly. Her gaze softened considerably, she mumbled sorry and smoothed his tie out. At this point it took all of his energy to walk on and not kiss her.

He took out the book for her as she wouldn't have been able to reach it, handed it to her and smiled.

"Thanks, sorry about getting angry...its just its a subject very close to my heart." She told him, her voice hushed again, her eyes seemed to be begging forgivness. Even if he hadn't wanted to he would have forgiven her.

"Don't worry, same with me" He answered simply. Then they both just stood there, looking at each other.

"I don't even know your name..." She suddenly said, tilting her head to the side.

"Remus Lupin" Came the gentle reply

"A maurauder" She said, smiling slightly "I'm Miley Clarkson" And with that she started to back up to leave.

"Nice to meet you Remus" She whispered beofre turning and walking out of sight.

A hand went through his hair again while his other grabbed onto the shelf for support. If his heart beat like that every time he saw her he'd have a heart attack at the age of 16. He grinned to himself and went back to his table to collect his things.