A/N I know I haven't updated in a while but I've had this sitting here for a while but I've been busy.

Anyway now we'll see why Remus was so dumbfounded and yes a few people guessed.

Please review, constructive critism welcome ect.

He stood frozen to the spot. He was in a dormitory with Black, Potter, and some plump little mousy brown-hared kid.

"Hey you're the boy who slipped, aren't you?" was James potter's first greeting. "S'pose." He answered coldly. "No need to be up tight." Piped in Sirius happily.

The plump boy sniggered into his palms. His watery eyes filled with glee and stupidness. "Oh shut up Peter," groaned Sirius.

Lupin eyed them dismissively. He was quite sure he would have to ask Professor to change his dorm.

He pushed his light brown hair out of his eyes and began to unpack. It was going to be a long year.

"Come on Lupin!" he urged. "Your not scared are you?" a malevolent grin appeared on his face. Remus shivered, even through the night was warm, and all was still and quiet. Too quiet. " Oh come on!" said another voice. "You know goody two shoes over there won't do anything against what his mummy says!" Remus blushed a pink, his ears went red. "Did I say I wasn't coming?" he snapped at them quietly. His pale eyes glaring at them through the darkness.

Then entered a crescent shaped clearing. Mist crept silently through the humid night. Just a little further… he thought. Something howled in the distance. He gulped. Nothing, just a wolf. He reassured himself. He felt terrible, like something was following them.

The wolf howled again. The other's sniggered seeing his pale face against the moonlight, they all howled and laughed again, Seeing the terror on his face.

"Little loopy's scared!" they taunted. "Can't even stand to put his little toe, where moonshine was bitten!" they kept laughing and howling at him. "THAT'S NOT TRUE!" he roared, seething with anger. However, they did not answer him. He stopped to listen the jeering had subsided. In fact, they were running in the opposite direction, crying with terror. So they should! He thought.

Something breathed heavily on his shoulder.

The waft of rotting flesh carried on the non-existent wind. He turned.

It lunged.

"Nooooooo!" he woke with a start, sweating purfusly. He hadn't had that dream in a while.

It meant the full moon was approaching… "Are you all right?" came a far off voice. "Who's that?" he asked. "James, James Potter! You remember me don't you?" he mumbled an apology, and told him he was fine.

Light filtered through the scarlet hangings around his four poster bed. He propped himself up on his elbow and leant over to read the time on his watch. 6:00. Nobody was yet awake.

Remus dressed quietly and quickly into his black Hogwarts robes…what the? A symbol of a great lion was emblazed upon his chest where the Hogwarts symbol had been.

He grinned.

Remus closed the door to his dorm, hurrying down the stairs. He had heaps to do. Alternatively, that was his excuse. But he was not the only one up at this time. She flicked her silky red hair over her shoulder and tied it in a ponytail. "Hi Remus!" he smiled.

He smiled back. "Hi Lily."

" Awwww!" Came a malevolent voice from behind. Remus swiftly turned, 12 inch ebony wand raised.

It was Potter. "Ah ah ah- Lupin? -Wasn't it?" He said wagging his finger. Remus glared at him, tucking his wand away in his Robes. " Our little early bird room mate, thought I'd heard you get up." He said smiling.

Potter smiled and lazily ruffled his hair, his hazel eyes gleaming under his glasses. His hand was in his pocket, no doubt on his wand.

"Oh shut up and leave him alone!" said Lily looking at James Potter with blazing emerald eyes, which looked as though they would burn a hole through him at any moment.

"Don't bother Lily," Remus muttered, turned, and left.

Remus ate breakfast in silence. He was aware of all the murmuring around him. The only thing he was glad for that it was about him and Lily not his other secret…

"Evans and Lupin! Evans and Lupin!" sang out a squeaky voice being Peter Pettigrew the small watery-eyed kid in his dorm.

Remus skewed a fat sausage imagining it to be Pettigrew's face, pleasure running through him as he decapitated it.

"Enough Pettigrew!" said a stern voice from behind him.

Professor Mcgonagall was handing out the first years-new timetables.

She angrily thrust a piece of parchment in to Remus' hands, looking positively hawk-like at Peter, who was laughing.

He glanced at his piece, it read: first period – Transfiguration, Minervra Mcgonagall.