With a bang, the pair apparated to a lane in the country in the North, almost at the Lake District. At the end of the lane, there was a fairly large house, made of red brick and square windows that sparkled with squeaky clean.

"Welcome to Fairwell Orphanage, Remus. That is where our lad resides. Unfortunately for him, he was bitten at an early age, and his parents abandoned him. He has lived here since he was six."

Remus grimaced as he put his hands in his pockets, wandering up the lane. "Old enough to understand, but also old enough to remember."

Albus smiled at Lupin's kind heart shining through. "His name is Reginald Parks. He is eleven today, but I doubt that any of his guardians will give such a thing a thought. As I hear it, he runs away the day of every full moon, returning the day after."

Remus nodded. He had had parents that had locked him in a cellar during his transformations and cared for him afterwards, but this boy had no-one to do anything of the sort.

It didn't take long for the wizards to reach the orphanage. Knocking on the door, they waited a moment until it was answered by a young girl who was wiping sleep from her eyes. It was only seven o clock in the morning, and no-one sensible was awake yet. Werewolves often slept very little, and so Remus had been awake for a while when Albus had appeared. Speaking of Albus, he smiled kindly at the young girl, who looked about thirteen.

"Good morning, may we speak to Reginald?" he asked politely.

The girl hid a yawn behind her hand, her sleepy eyes wide at the robes that Albus wore. The little girl herself was a muggle, and wore a shabby nightdress that had seen better days.

"Um, who are you…?" she asked tiredly.

Remus laughed. He wore clothes that could be taken as muggle, but Albus was far too eccentric for such mediocre attire.

"My name is Albus Dumbledore, and this is Remus Lupin. I need to speak with Reginald."

She stifled another yawn and turned around, gesturing for them to follow her inside. "Sure, why not. Come on, I'll take you upstairs."

She led the way through the unnaturally tidy house and up a set of stairs, into a hall with a thousand identical doors. The girl pointed out a door at the end of the hall. "The ten year olds are in there."

Remus thanked her with a smile while Dumbledore did it verbally and they continued into the room pointed out to them as the little girl went back downstairs, throwing confused glances at them the whole way down.

The door opened quietly on a room full of slumbering young boys in rickety bunkbeds. It took them only a second to locate Reginald. He was short and scrawny, even moreso than the other lads, and he was the only boy who was awake, staring out of the window and resting his chin on his elbows on the sill. He wore trousers and a shirt so faded that the original colour had washed out completely and the lad's pale face seemed the same, washed of emotion and energy. He looked tired, a feeling Lupin knew well.

Reginald's hair was dark, curling around the bottoms of his ears and jaw. His eyes were blue-green, and stormy, filled with the emotion that had washed off of his face. Sweat beaded on his brow, a common symptom of the day before for young werewolves. Lupin had long since learnt to control it.

Electricity crackled through Remus' body as he entered the room, sensing the presence of another werewolf. Reginald must have felt it too, for he gasped audibly and whipped around to face them, his eyes narrowing in confusion as he zeroed in on Remus. It was obvious that he didn't know what the crackle of electricity meant, but he was distracted a second later by the voluminous robes Albus wore. He recognised them, obviously from a younger life.

Holding a finger to his lips, Remus beckoned with the other hand, letting his eyes rest imperiously on the cub. Merlin! Why did he keep calling him cub?

"As you were about to leave, I'm sure it will make no difference if you come with us for a while, Reginald." Albus hinted.

In a confused state, the lad looked to Lupin for support.

"We have much to discuss." the older werewolf nudged softly, taking the young boy's hand and placing it on Dumbledore's arm as they apparated, waking the other boys in the dormitory with the resounding crack.