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"Are you there, Peter, Serious?" we called out for our friends. We wandered through the hallway and opened every door. I walked towards a room when I heard something.

"Hey, James, come here," I called to him. As he walked over I asked him," do you hear that?" he paused next to me and put his ear up to the door. He pulled away from the door and stared at me.
"Is that someone crying?" He asked with more than a little curiosity.

"That's what it sounds like to me." I looked at him and nodded. We put our hand on the door knobs and got ready to open them when out of nowhere a guy pushes James away. I turn around to see the man who grabbed James when another guy pulled me off of the door. We were quickly let go of and stood back up. I turned to face the man who had grabbed me.

"Sirius! Peter! You guys are alright," James screamed running to our lost friends. I followed James only I was walking and not running like an idiot. We caught up with them, and I will come right out and say it, we hugged.

"We were so worried about you guys," I said, "How are you guys alive?" They glanced over to the group of four, one more guy and a girl had shown up since I last checked. The group nodded for them to continue.

"Well at first we were walking down the hallway and talking about how sick some of the people have gotten. We walked past the infirmary when there was a scream and some weird creature thing charged us. We ran down the hallway as fast as we could," Serious said to us.

"We were so scared, but then these guys showed up and killed one of the creatures," Peter said. I looked over at the group and smiled at them. "Hey I have a great idea for you guys," Peter said causing us to turn towards him," why don't you introduce yourselves?" We all looked around and shrugged.

"I'm James, and you have already meet Peter and Serious," James looked at me to finish up. "And I'm Remus," I said. "I'm Nick," a man in a white suite said to us. "This is Rochelle," he said indicating the girl. "That there is Coach," indicating the larger, darker man.

"And I'm Ellis," a really southern guy, who couldn't be older then nineteen or twenty said to us. I looked at his outfit and studied it carefully. He was wearing coveralls tied in a knot in the front, a yellow shirt that said "Bull Shifters" and a blue mesh cap with a tow truck on the front. Looking at this strange group that we were in, I knew we were in for a crazy ride.

Remus Lupin