Remus Lupin was nervous, that much was obvious. But to the rest of the Marauders it was more than simple nerves; it was full on panic.

"He's finally come to his senses and realized that I'm far too dangerous to keep here. I mean why else would Dumbledore want to see me so near the end of term!", pacing round and round the 3rd year boys' dormitory, Lupin had the appearance of a cross between James Potter after Quidditch practice and Lily Evans just before the exams. His hair standing on end from the abuse it was suffering from the constant pulling of the strands at each new reason for expulsion Remus was thinking up, his eyes were wild and panicked in the expression James Potter had come to associate with 'Lily-Evans-pre-exam-stress'. he had also learnt that this went hand in hand with 'If-James-Potter-trys-to-talk-to-me-i-will-hex-him', needless to say this was known from experience.

Sirius finally broke the tense silence blanketing the whole room; "Remus mate, for once take your own advice and take a chill mill… or whatever that weird muggle phrase is… Anyway what we both know, but you're just being too damn stupid to acknowledge is that Dumbledore wouldn't have kept your hopes up that you could have a semi-normal time at Hogwarts for so long just to throw them up in the air and smash them to billions of pudding shaped shards with a beaters bat!"

James looked impressed at this speech saying "Nice smiley Padfoot! Always knew you secretly knew what verbal imagery was"

Puffing out his chest Sirius replied "What can I say I am unfairly gifted at many things that you mere mortals can hardly hope to understand, in fact you should just call me-"

"WOULD YOU TWO SHUT UP! SIRIUS ITS CHILL PILL AND JAMES YOU KNOW PERFECTLY WELL IT'S A SIMILE! I KNEW THAT DUMBLEDORE ISN'T CRUEL BUT THERE MAY BE UNFORESEEN CIRCUMSTANCES PREVENTING MY ATTENDANCE AT HOGWARTS!" This not altogether surprising outburst from one Remus Lupin caused a moment of stillness before James, Peter and Sirius started congratulating him;

"Moony I never knew you could hold your breath THAT long!"

"Inspirational Mr. Lupin, how did you manage to fit so many long and complicated words into just one sentence… truly inspiring-"

"Remus, is super loud shouting a werewolf ability? I think The Big D might juuuust have not heard your outburst…"

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Silver Artemis Steel, born 1st April, height 5"4 inches and defining features… well I guess it would depend on the day we met, I mean if you went for a night-time stroll on the night of the full moon you would see a 'vicious beast' with 'no self control'. But every other day; well I'm normal, as normal as anything, anyone that I have ever come into contact with. Grey eyes, black hair, tanned and scarred. Everywhere. Thank goodness I learnt a glamour spell two years ago, otherwise depression really would get me.

I never understood people saying they had strict parents, but then again being the daughter of the most famous werewolf hunter in the world might do that to you. Especially when at 8 freaking years old you had the idiocy, no I'm not joking this is what he said; 'The IDIOCY to be bitten by a werewolf'.

As if it isn't his fault, as if it wasn't revenge on HIM they wanted not me! But no Mercury Ares Steel blamed me.

It was disappointment more than anything, I think. From the cradle literally he had trained me to be his assistant, to carry on the Steel legacy even though I wasn't a boy. 'Silver see these tracks? Are they wolf or werewolf?', 'Silver follow me I think we've got one!', 'Silver get here now it's getting away!' He took me out with him to track them once every month until The Change, that's the name he gives to my night of 'idiocy', and when he pulled out a silver bullet on me, well, my mother stepped in front of the rifle when he pulled the trigger. She didn't survive St. Mungos. And until my father realized that I could help him track 'the bastards' by infiltrating their packs, I was an experiment to him. He didn't want to dishonor my mother's sacrifice. I guess he did love her then, in his own way. I sure as hell know I did.

Coming back to the present then, I'm 14 years old and finally my father has deemed me 'responsible' enough that he is letting me go to Hogwarts! To him it means getting rid of the horror of having a werewolf living with him, to me it's freedom. No more drunk insulting the werewolf parties with his other hunter friends, that's the highlight, they always get violent and I always get blamed. So I have a meeting with the headmaster in about 2 hours and since my father has a hangover I guess he wont be able to come… what a shame!

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First story so yeah if you've read this thank you! And constructive critisism would be amazing + of course whether you liked it ect..

CB xx

(Amber I finally actually did it! :P happy much?)