It had been a quiet and ordinary morning for Lyall Lupin. He woke up as usual and discovered that his wife, Hope, was preparing breakfast for him, while his little son was playing with a toy wand in the living room. He loved his family and sometimes couldn't believe how nice his life had turned out to be in the last years.

A short look on the clock and Lyall had to hurry up for work. He gave Hope a peck on the cheek, cuddled his little boy, who tried to say something that sounded like "Dada,", and left for work.

Lyall Lupin worked for the Ministry of Magic, where he was a highly renowned authority for Non-Human Spirituous Apparitions, and he loved his job.

At the time he entered his office a staple of paper was already waiting for him. He sighed. He shouldn't have expected anything else, he thought, after a whole weekend it was clear that a lot of work would be waiting for him.

He threw his bag in the corner of the room and sat down to take a closer look at the pile.
„Anything peculiar?" Asked a deep voice from the other side of the room.
„Ah, Pethilius. Good morning. No not really, just some Boggarts scaring several Muggles. Shouldn't take too long if you're asking me." and he looked up.

Pethilius was a tall wizard with a quite chubby face. If there had been only his face, you could have easily mistaken him for a young boy, but indeed Pethilius was a man of old age. He already had worked 28 years for the Ministry when Lyall got his job.

„If you're saying so." he murmured his eyes still on his own staple of papers.

Still engrossed in his work an owl flew through the open door and left a small letter on Lyall's table. He opened it and read.

Mr. Lupin,

We would like to hear your opinion about one of our cases. Please come to the office as fast as possible.

Best regards Thomas Hedgeworth,

Commitee of Werewolf Registry

„It seems like the world thinks I've got nothing better to do than to hurry from office to office." Lyall grumbled. He stood up, waved Pethilius a brief good bye and headed to the office of the Werewolf Registry.

Why would they want his opinion, he thought, It's not like he is an expert on Werewolves, in fact everybody knew his opinion about them wasn't quite the highest. Maybe it was a joke or something to upset him after his relaxing weekend. He sighed. He hated those kind of jokes and wasn't eager to start his week with something like this.

When he finally arrived at the office he knocked on the door and entered. Five Wizards were standing together highly discussing something that seemed to be the reason why they wanted him to come. When the door closed one of them raised his head.

„Oh Lyall, great, you got our owl!" it was Thomas.

He took Lyall's arm and pulled him over to the other wizards.

„Thomas, why am I here?" he asked fairly annoyed about the whole situation.
„You see, we have a little problem here. There was a horrible accident last month, you may have heard of it. Horrible story, two Muggle children were killed by a..." He paused,
"Yeah you see it seems like a Werewolf killed them..." he muttered and looked directly at Lyall.
„Yeah I remember to have read something like this in the newspaper. So what's the matter?" he asked once again, but this time in a sharper tone.„Yeah, ehm, our researches brought us to a man and we think he might be an unregistered Werewolf, but here's the problem: We don't have any evidence for this accuse and the man acts like, ehm yeah... ehm like a Muggle and as you may know we have no rights to keep an innocent Muggle here as long as we don't have specific evidence for his or her crime. Now we don't know what to do, tomorrow is full moon and if he really is that werewolf who killed those children it would be careless to release him, but without an evidence we can't keep him here." he ended and stared at Lyall, hoping he would have a solution. „Let me see him." Lyall demanded and Thomas nodded hastily.

They went into a different room. Thomas pointed at a man who sat on chair in the middle of the room. Lyall was shocked by the man's appearance when he first saw him. He was big and tall, but at the same time he seemed to be quite muscular. He had a small nose, sharp little eyes and a huge grin on his lips, which revealed several crooked teeth. He looked like somebody nobody would like to have nearby.

„Are ya a wizard aswell? Man great. Nobody is going to b'lieve what just happened to me, but…they wouldna b'lieve me anyway. Who b'lieves a homeless tramper like me?" the man chuckled.

Lyall examined him and he looked (and smelled) like someone who tried to look as dirty as possible and his attitude about the whole situation seemed off, too. Nobody, Lyall thought, would chuckle at the idea of being accused of killing two children. Lyall couldn't help himself but having a bad feeling about this man. He looked at him one more time and then left.

As the door closed behind him he stared at Thomas and said: "I wouldn't release him, I think he's playing a role there and if he is one of those creatures you had better ship him to Azkaban as fast as possible. No one like that should be running around. Especially not on a day before full moon."

„But Lyall, can't you see? He really doesn't know a thing?" one of the other argued. Lyall turned his face towards him
„Don't you understand? Can't you see? He tries to trick all of you, he doesn't even look like a tramper if you're asking me! " he groaned.

The five wizards looked at each other. Then, after a brief period of silence, the smallest of them said, „Come on Lupin, you're just seeing what you want to see. I think we shouldn't have asked you in the first place. Why don't you go back to your office and fight with your Boggarts? That's what you're good at, so stick to it." Lyall's face turned red.
„Werewolves are soulless, evil, deserving of nothing but death and this man is one of them! I can see it, he even has the same filthy smell like them! Not to forget his untidy appearance! " he shouted in anger.

None of the wizards said anything, but they looked at the door, which wasn't closed but how it seems still ajar, and to the man who stood there and had obviously heard every word Lyall had just said.

„Lyall, I'm sorry you think so, but you're going to apologies to this man. As far as we can say he doesn't seem to be any danger for anyone. Your reaction was nothing but ashaming for the whole wizarding world and very unprofessional aswell!" Thomas finished angrily. So Lyall went to the man, his face still full of anger, and apologised even though he detested the idea of apologising to a thing like him.

As he turned around to leave the man bellowed:

„Don't you worry Mr. Lupin. I'm not going to harm any muggles or whatever you call us!" and he smiled.

Lyall was confused about this statement, but he left without asking any further questions.

When he finally arrived at home that night he sank into the couch, his mind still in the office and by this man. He tried to clear his head and after several minutes of thoughtful silence he got up and went upstairs.

On his way to the bedroom he stopped at his son's nursery. He entered and looked at his little son as he lay there, peaceful and perfect. Lyall bent over the crib and whispered into his ear, "Nothing is going to happen to you. No one will ever be able to harm you as long as I am alive,". At this moment Remus Lupin opened his eyes and looked directly in his father's eyes.

„Sleep my little boy." he whispered and went to bed.