AN: This is the new chapter 2, I hope it is good. I hope you all come to read it. I wonder how people will know it's new since I didn't delete it. Well, we will see.

Disclaimer: Everything character belongs to JK, I am the mere puppet master for this fic :)

Polishing the trophy case was a punishment when you had detention; Remus now did it to get paid. It was painful, reading names and watching smiling goofy faces wave at him. He came close to tossing his towel down and marching away or even spraying cleaner into the faces that laughed at him. He reframed, rubbing a dark spot he was sure he gotten before until he realized it was a reflection.

"There's a spill in the dungeon toilets," came the loathsome voice from behind him. Each syllable enunciated to ensure the simple-minded person listening understood. "I'd bring a mop."

"I knew it would be a matter of time, Severus, when you would come by to hand out orders."

"It was far more humorous in my head," Severus glanced around at the cleaning supplies. "You did not respond."

"Sorry to disappoint," Remus stands and tosses his hand towel into a bucket. "I was unable to attend the grand opening ceremony. I would like to congratulate you on your recent career change." Remus can see Severus' ego stroked buy of course knew the retort would be long winded and full of insults.

"Thank you, I've worked hard for it." Remus raises an eyebrow in shock, "I have stopped by your office." Severus presses his lips together, them both knowing his office was a formality and he simply squatted in a closet. Although, Remus would never admit he has slept in worse. "I left your Potion there. I suggest you drink it sooner rather than later, or I will have to make a whole new batch before tomorrow night."

"I understand. Thank you, Severus, I am grateful."

"I care more about the safety of these children above anything else." He takes a step forward.

"As do I," Remus stands his ground, and then Severus twirls away on his heel his cloak spinning like a silk dress. Remus sighs, picking up his belongings. He locks up the case just as a familiar figure comes walking toward him. He panics and hides himself around the corner to spy. He takes in every mannerism of Harry, which was James. He could not help but smile when Harry waved toward his friends the same way Lily had when greeting friends. How lame was he? He was a grown man hiding from a teenager. He was a grown man hiding from his past. He was lame, very lame indeed. He shook his head; turning to leave when a glimmer of something caught his eye out in the quad. It was the sun catching dingy black fur, reflecting off the tips. No, he dropped his bucket and took off at a run. A student or two stared at him as he trumped through the bushes, but he found nothing. Not a foot print or the like and what was worse, now Harry was looking at him. His group was staring and pointing. "Weasels," Remus mumbled, and then climbed out of the bush as the student body laughed and snickered.

Remus flopped down onto his cot with a heavy sigh, his face instantly hid inside his hands. This entire affair was a mistake before it was even conceived. He could have stayed content at the Hostel. He could have gone back to driving cabs for the Muggle community. It paid, decent. Remus growled, instantly springing to his feet. His anger consumed him then quickly he stumped it deep down inside. "Why old friend have you chosen now to break free?" Remus picks up the paper he had been avoiding for months. "How cliché is a prison break on the thirteenth anniversary? You were always the strange one..." his voice trailed off, throwing away the paper as he heard his words. "You're the strange one? I'm talking to a newspaper clipping of you. It is the most conversation I have had in a week. Oh, old friend, I can imagine what our lives would have been, but even that is painful. What ifs and maybes." He lets unchecked tears slide down his cheeks. "All of us had it all, we were fighting for good." Shakes his head, "we had so much distrust toward the end..."

"Sir?"

Remus quickly quieted, but knew the young girl must have heard some of his sorrows, "Yes, may I help you?" That wouldn't have stopped him from hiding them.

Hermione walked into the room, "You left your pail behind when the students, laughed." She enters completely and offers the bucket; she was a student after all her eyes wondered and gathered all information about Remus until finally her eyes rested on the Wolfsbane potion foaming on his desk. He stepped between her and the liquid.

"Thank you, you are too kind, Ms Granger."

"You shouldn't let their laughter bother you."

Remus chuckles, "A pep-talk from a student it sounds like something I should be giving you." He sees the girl blush, and he smiles kindly.

"Um, I overheard from a Professor that...you should have been the DADA Professor."

Remus was baffled by Hermione's words. Could there really be rumors about that going around the school? He smiled a little, the idea of the wild tales the students came up with about himself and Severus dueling to the death. He must have taking too long to answer the girl because she started to fidget from one foot to another. "Oh no, I'm sorry that rumor is false."

"Oh, okay. Yes, well. You're new the new person we simply thought," she stumbles over words, and then excuses herself, hurrying from the office.

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