I decided to post these in a series since a)they were all done and b) I don't know when I'll have time to post again.


Three years later:

Sitting in an under-heated room of Number 12 Grimauld Place, Remus Lupin, looked through spell book dating from before the 14th century, talking mostly of the veritable uses of scorpion poison in beauty regiments. What intrigued him weren't the pictures of very old and very dead women and men powdering their noses. What intrigued him were the coded messages inscribed in the border that professed spells long banished in the time of Merlin. In truth he was trying to see how Dark magic was passed on from one generation to the next without any authorities seeing any of it. No doubt after Sirius and his brother were gone to Azkaban, the House of Black was turned upside down for Dark Magic articles, with Aurors not finding a pence worth. Obviously the younger Aurors were not trained to look in books. The shuffle of feet entered his ears and he lifted his head to see who it was, there struggling to move a large stack of books was little Ginny Weasly, her red hair brilliantly glowing in the summer sun. He smiled and got up to help her. Time in the new Order Headquarters seemed to go by slowly, even though there was a lot of moving about and preparations being made. He would be going to fetch Harry soon, and he would enjoy getting out of this drab place and feel the wind in his hair again, though the Weasleys making the Grimauld Place their summer residence did indeed brighten the place up considerably. A Tabby cat bounded through the doors of the study they were in, carrying with it (dragging rather) a rolled up newspaper. Lupin gave a slight smile and went over to the cat stroking it gingerly before taking up the paper in his hands and saying,

"Thank you very much professor, I'm sorry I had to ask you to do that."

By the time he turned his attention to the cat an older woman stood before him dusting off her garments and resetting her glasses upon her pointed nose. The bun upon her head was razzled and her pointed hat lay upon the floor, apparently having fallen off in the transformation.

"You could have refrained from petting me Mr. Lupin, I'm not that kind of cat."

Striding, she walked toward the other end of the room and resumed her task of separating benign dusty books from ones placed in a box labeled, "Dangerous Books, Seriously don't open them…Ask Pennington James, but talk into his left ear the right one is missing, we don't know where it went."

Remus unrolled the paper and skipped the first few pages, which he knew was filled with filth and lies, and had been for quite a while. Reading through the moving print and pictures he saw an image that seemed to catch his eye and interest. In a small almost unnoticeable picture a wizard sat with a stern face, he seemed young, but his eyes were very old, and his jet black hair straightly framed his face, which was centered by a crooked nose. Above it in small bold-face letters read, "Former World Dueling Champion Arrested…"

At first he had to look at the picture again and with shock in his voice he called out,

"Professor I think you should look at this."

With a sigh and moan as she got up from her stool, Minerva McGonagall walked over to where Lupin stood and looked at the paper, searching for what had peaked his interest,

"What is it?"

"Eaglefeather's son was arrested."

"What!!"

Her gasp seemed to wake the whole household and shrieking soon followed as the picture of Sirius's grandmother portrait began yelling obscenities again. Running into the room were the only two people not in the study, one Sirius Black and Nymphadora Tonks, her hair turning a raging purple and fiery red.

"Who the bloody hell woke up Madame Banshee?"

The young woman said as she covered her ears and wore a cringed expression upon her face. When the old bat had finally settled into an endless rant about proper breeding and eventually to a mumbling about the good old days of beheading trespassers, Lupin called the four adults to him and began to read the article, which took some considerable time, since an advert for some magical foot cream kept pushing the article aside, trying to get his attention. It was only after he promised to buy some that the article moved away and tried to get someone else's attention. The article read like this,

Former Undefeated World Dueling Champion Jonathan Accolon Eaglefeather, 23, was arrested in the States following an incident at the newly established Salem Institute for Magic. Three wizards and a witch were killed, authorities said Friday, presumably by a spell that could only be refered to as the Dark Dreamer's kiss, a spell which the half-wizard was famous for co-creating alongside the now deceased dark wizard Mordred Darkholme. Despite claims by other professors at the school establishing an alibi, authorities in the United States said, "only Eaglefeather could have known how to perform that spell, and in these time we can't take any chances." Eaglefeather waits for a trial date, which authorities say should be established by next week…Headmistress of the SIM, Prof. Selene Mchannon stands by the half-wizard despite losing three of her most prestigious compatriots, Prof. McHannon has been one of the most controversial education official in the past decade, eclipsed by her cohort Albus Dumbledore. There is no doubt that Dumbledore is now recruiting help from foreign countries and leading our once allies into another one of his lies…

As soon as he had finished reading it, only Professor McGonagall and Sirius were quiet, Tonks who had never heard of the accused broke the silence when she asked,

"Who is this Eaglefeather anyway? Seems to me with a shady past like that, they're right to toss him in jail, no?"

"Johnathan Eaglefeather, is not and has never been a dark wizard…"

An aged voice came from the doorway as the figure of a tall long-bearded wizard stood before them. The Weasley children knew well enough by then that they ought to scurry off to their rooms. They knew Dumbledore wouldn't say anything in front of them, much less invite them to stay, and without much more than a glance from the old wizard they marched up to their rooms fidgeting through their pockets for some unknown treasure. When the door was shut Dumbldore pointed his ancient looking wand at the door and mumbled some spell. With a waft of air all was silent out side the study where the adult wizards stood, and to the world outside it was as if nothing, and no one was in the study either. With a gesture he bid them all sit, already in his hands he held a crumpled piece of that morning's paper. No one said anything at first and then the old wizard began, his voice sounded weary, like he had traveled a long way and had been talking the whole time.

"Accolon Eaglefeather was at one time a protégé of an infamous dark-wizard, yet I have known lad well enough to say that that dark chapter of his life is over."

The others assented his opinion and nodded, agreeing with his assessment, when the old wizard leaned back into his chair it was clear he wasn't going to be telling a story but rather listening to one as he put details in his mind. Prof. Mc Gonagall, who had know Dumbldore long enough to know his silent cues began her story as though she were giving a lesson, she removed her glasses looked at the picture of the young man and said,

"To understand the youth, you must look at who his parents were and the sad occurances of his life before this…"

As Tonks listened to a story she had never heard and as Ginny, Fred, George, Hermione, and Ron listened with intent extenda-ears the memories of Sirius and Lupin rolled back to a time they had put aside as childish and innocent…

Many years ago

A young Remus Lupin stepped off the Hogwart's Express, clutching his two bags so closely to his body that the veins in his hands peeped through the skin. His red and gold scarf began to chaff him and he wished for the night to come. The full moon wasn't for another 5 days but the sunlight already hurts his eyes and agitated his skin. Laughter came to his ears and as he turned to see where it came from a familiar voice rented through the crowd,

"Moony, you old corpse! Where were you on the train!"

A young boy, with jet-black hair, pointed good looks and a searing aristocratic smile beat him upon the back with an open plam; while a tall rattle-haired boy tousled his hair. Sirius and James smiled at him obscuring a small pudgy little boy behind them who waved at Remus trying to make himself noticed. Remus smiled warily and pointed at the sun,

"I had to find a nice dark compartment…only 5 days this time,", he said in a whisper, hoping to conceal their conversation.

"What? We would've drawn the shades for you…you could've just asked."

"James…I don't want you guys…accommodating me."

"Accommodating me…" said Sirius in a mocking tone, "My god Mooney you sound like an old man already…besides what are friends for eh James?"

"Right mate…now let's get a move on, the carriages aren't going wait forever."

The four boys ran off to join their classmates but a small voice shouted at them,

"Sirius! Siriiiius!"

The handsome boy turned around and grimaced, a little black haired boy ran up to him with a sneer on his face, carrying far too many bags and a small crackling crow in a cage.

"Oh bollocks, it's Rege, I forgot.", moaned Sirius as he stepped off of the carriage that his friends were already on. He threw the young boy's bags onto the ground saying, "You don't take 'em with you, you leave them here, besides you're supposed to be off with Hagrid."

"I'm not going with that half-blooded oaf!"

"Oi! You shut your mouth about him! Or I'll drown you in the lake!"

"Mother said you were supposed to look out for me! But you left me alone on the train and I had to sit by some girls." He said the last word with such disgust, as though the worst thing in the entire world was the opposite sex, which to an 11 year-old boy is quite the case.

"It's tradition Rege, you have to go on the Lake," said James, consolingly.

The younger boy scowled at him and imperiously snubbed his nose at the taller boy, "I wasn't talking to you, blood traitor."

"Git you little weasel! And don't say another word about my friends or I'll whip you so hard, Mother won't be able to take your head out of your own ass with all the spells of Morgan." He made a kicking gesture, which caused the little boy to retreat so quickly a little dust trail followed him along with laughter and jeering from the carriage.

Remus crossed his arms and shook his head,

"You shouldn't treat Regulus so crossly Sirius, he is your brother."

"And an unsufferable git, who takes after his nancy-boy uncle."

This elicited a loud boisterous laugh from James and a sycophantic chuckle from Peter, the pudgy fellow with his hands between his knees. Remus resigned himself to their laughter and even gave a slight grin, he pulled his cloak over his head and shielded his eyes from the burning autumn sun.


Not knowing much about lycanthropes I have made a little stuff up, like being negatively sensitive to sunlight nearer to the full moon as a preliminary and temporary condition of being a werewolf.