Remus stood outside on Clara's back porch, staring up into the cloudless sky with the stars twinkling overhead, letting this mad day fully sink in.

He'd insisted to this "doctor" and his friend that he didn't want to explain in such a public place, so they'd come here. To Clara's home. Except they hadn't walked, they'd gone into the Doctor's time machine, which disguised itself as a blue police box, apparently. It was absolutely mad inside, like nothing Remus had ever seen in his life or possibly imagined. Lights, buttons, levers, strange sounds…

"Who are you?" he asked when they finally landed, and he'd somehow snapped out of the shock of it all.

"I've told you, I'm the Doctor."

"Yes…but you're not like… them…." Remus was still debating in his head how much to say exactly. He'd already mentioned the Ministry and the Doctor seemly wanted a very full explanation. Neither him nor the girl were magical. This Doctor was strange indeed, but not a wizard—if they were, they'd know exactly who the Ministry were. They were muggles and revealing the secrets of the magical realm was forbidden to such folk. Yet somehow, Remus doubted he was going to get the help he needed unless he did properly tell all. Plus, they had an advantage over him—they knew his secret already due to their scanners or something like that.

"Who's them?" the Doctor questioned quietly.

"Muggles." Remus answered rather reluctantly. "None magical people."

"Magical?" Clara spoke finally, she'd been awfully quiet during the past hour which was very unlike her.

"I think we should go inside, if that's alright." Remus replied politely, "I think you may want to sit down."

Clara led them into her little place, which was tidy and quaint—very much like herself. The Doctor sat on the couch rather comfortably. Remus stood, feeling very awkward still about everything as it was all a bit much still.

"I suppose you'll want me to start from the beginning." He sighed, pushing his hands into his jacket pockets and trying to think. "I don't remember what happened, unfortunately, or how I got here. It must have been when I was in my….other form."

"The werewolf." The Doctor added, it wasn't a question.

"Yes." Remus replied quietly. "I woke up in the park this morning…as you can imagine it was quite a shock."

"That would explain this." The Doctor flicked his sonic screwdriver toward the TV and the news channel popped up, the reporter stating there had been strange sightings at the park in early hours of the morning.

Remus flinched and looked away. He only hoped he hadn't hurt anybody…it was his greatest fear of the change.

Clara switched the television off noticing his discomfort, turning to look at both men. "So where *are* you from?"

"That's the complicated part." Remus finally sat down, suddenly feeling very tired and weak. He usually did the next morning, but he'd been running on shock and adrenaline up until now. "I'm not actually supposed to tell you…it could get me in trouble."

"We can't help you unless you explain." The Doctor reminded flatly.

"I know." Remus rubbed a hand over his face. "I'm from a different world, a magical one…there's this school, that teaches all forms of magic to students beginning at age eleven. Muggles—people who aren't magical—they can't see this world. And wizards and witches are forbidden to preform any sort of magic in front of them."

"What do you do to…become magical?" the Doctor was sceptical, trying to ignore the fact that Clara looked rather enthralled with the idea. It could possibly be a big lie, but she was very good at filling her head with story book nonsense sometimes and he wanted her keeping her wits.

"You're born with it." Remus answered simply. "Some children have magical parents, or one magical parent, some children have muggle parents…"

The Doctor sat quietly, thinking very deeply about this. It was Clara who spoke up finally. "The Ministry of Magic, what do they do?"

"They just preserve the magical law, of sorts. They make sure everybody follows the rules and if you don't, there can be terrible consequences."

"Like what?" the Doctor asked.

"Imprisonment, for example." Remus flinched just a little, thinking about one of his dear friends stuck in Azkaban.

There was a long silence, everyone thinking.

"Anything else you want to interrogate me about?" Remus offered finally, forcing a rather faint smile.

"Yes." The Doctor got up. "I'm not entirely convinced you're telling the truth..."

He trailed off as Lupin pulled something from his jacket, and like earlier Clara expected to see a gun, but instead he pulled out something else. A wand.

He closed the curtains in the lounge, gesturing for Clara to switch off the lights which she did so curiously, watching him.

"Lumos." He murmured, and Clara's eyes widened as a warm light glowed from his end of his wand, and then it was gone.

The Doctor still looked unconvinced, which Clara couldn't believe.

"That's amazing." She whispered, still captivated which Remus found rather tickling. It was such a simple spell, child's play.

"Can I try?" the Doctor held out his hand.

Remus reluctantly passed his wand over. But no matter how many different times the Doctor said the enchantment, nothing happened. Not even a spark. He finally handed the wand back, defeated. "Alright…I suppose for the moment you're not a fake."

"I'll take that as a compliment." Remus chuckled just a little. "Will you take me home?"

"We'll have to figure out how to land in this…magical world of yours. I'm assuming it's not very easy?"

Remus shrugged. "Originally I would have said no, but today has been full of surprises for me."

"And me." The Doctor agreed. "Well, I'll go back to my Tardis and see what I can do…."

Clara waved at him briefly, before gesturing for Remus to follow her. "You can stay in here if you want." She flipped the switch on the guestroom wall.

"Thank you." Remus looked around gratefully. It was very…muggle like, but much nicer then his old broken down home he'd been staying in with the leaky roof and shattered windows.

"And help yourself to anything in the kitchen." Clara added with a tiny smile, backing away.

Remus shook himself from his thoughts, dragging himself back to the present and the night sky above him.

"Does it make you frightened?"

He spun, finding the short girl standing a few paces off, watching him. "The moon." She clarified, glancing up.

Remus followed her gaze. It was an interesting question…and not one that he could give a simple answer to. "Sometimes." He answered finally, feeling her come up beside him. "But only when it is close to being full and I think about what's going to happen." He quieted. His condition wasn't something he was proud of.

Clara seemed to sense this and didn't ask anymore about it, she kept her head tilted back, admiring the stars. "You'll have to ignore the Doctor's suspicions…he can be very stupid sometimes."

Remus smiled faintly. "That's quite alright. Putting your trust in someone like me without asking a few questions is not very wise."

"I think it's wonderful," Clara murmured, "What you said about the magical world…you must be very eager to get home."

This wasn't quite the truth. While the magical world was beautiful and special, Remus didn't exactly share a particularly enchanting part of it. He missed Hogwarts, and the days spent with his friends who were now long gone.
His shoulders dropped just a little thinking about it, until he noticed Clara watching him and attempted to pull himself together. "No where is perfect. Wizards have problems of their own." He fingered his wand briefly before dipping his head goodnight and disappearing inside.