Wah, it's late! Stupid Feburary and it's twenty-eight days. Once again, un-beta'd. She hasn't got back to me on the last chapter either (but she has a life too, so we all will wait). A little short, but, well, I end chapters whenever I think they can end, so I don't really have a set length... Anyway, enjoy!


LAST TIME ON The Feel of Feelings Rewrite

Remus wasn't sure to be grateful that no one was close to guess his cubs whereabouts, laughing at some of the theories, or offended they would actually think Harry would do some of them.

"Well I heard…!"

AND

Hermione put her hand down, "Why do vampires need to drink blood?"

"They need to drink blood to keep them alive. All vampires, whether made or born, magic or not, have a blood magic array inside of them. As their ability to make blood is destroyed, the array eats the blood they do have and would eventually consume them. So they drink the blood of others to power the array and stay alive."

Chapter 8

Remus Lupin was many things; calm, gentle, pushover, werewolf. Truly, the marauders made lists one year, and the poor wolf's list was just as long as his psychotic friends. But at the top of that list was loyalty. And as a Gryffindor, he was brave enough to backup that loyalty.

"Remus?"

The tired man looked up at the matronly, red headed woman. "Yes, Mrs. Weasley?"

"Plaese Remus, call me Molly." She wiped her soapy hand on her skirt. "Are you going somewhere?"

Remus smiled tiredly at her. "Just for a walk."

"Very well," the motherly woman looked uncertain. "Don't be out to long."

Remus gave her another smile and ducked out the door. He breathed in the London air, glad for a reprieve from the old, musty house. He started walking towards the better part of London, hands sliding into his coat pockets. His right hand came upon an envelope and he caressed it gently. At the first mail box he came across, he pulled said envelope out and casually slid it into the metal box. He could only hope that Serveus Snape would get it, and follow through with sending it to Harry.

He sighed, wishing he could just send his cub a letter without all this, but his mail was to closely watched, he couldn't risk it.

He continued on with his walk, not anxious to return to the orders headcounters. He spotted a chocolate store and with a smile, decided he would go back from his walk empty handed.


When Harry arrived at his Soul Magic class, there was already a smattering of people there, so he grabbed a seat as close to the back as he could, beside a quiet girl. She had Golden hair braided down her back with some strands escaping and, when she shyly glanced at him when he sat, pretty amber eyes. He stared at the poor girl, wondering why amber eyes seemed to nag at his subconscious.

"Y-yes?" The girl stuttered out, face flushing red.

"Your eyes look familiar." He mused, not even realizing he was talking.

"M-most w-werewolves will h-have t-them."

Harry just continued to stare. "Ahah," he snapped his fingers a little later. "Remus had them. You must be a werewolf."

The girl looked at him oddly. "Y-yes?"

Harry stuck out his hand. "I'm Ray. I have a vampire and demon for friends already, would you like to be my werewolf? I'm thinking of starting a collection."

The girl wasn't quite sure what to say.

She was saved from answering as the door swung shut, narrowly missing a spade tail of the tall demon that just walked in. "Class." The demon addressed them, though by the tone and the lidded eyes, it wasn't hard for the class to determine he didn't want to be there. "There are two parts to Soul Magic. Magic relative to the soul itself, and necromancy. Soul magic can be studied in theory, but necromancy needs skill." His black eyes swept the class. "I'll be testing you for that skill in this class. If you don't have the skill, don't ever show up to Thursday class unless you feel like being a test subject."

Harry titled his head, the demon's emotions seemed rather calm, if a little excited at the thought of someone uninvited going to his Thursday class; So why did he look like he wanted to murder them all? The demon grabbed some bones and looked around the class. "Which of you is going to try first?" A sadist grin starting tugging at the demons lips.

Harry was the only one to raise his hand, where the rest of the class saw a demon wanting them dead and out of his hair, Harry only saw dark amusement. "Excillent, come here."

Harry slid out of his chair and walked up to the demon. Now that he was closer he could see runes etched into the bones the teacher, Manik as his schedule told him, held. The professor held out one of the bones without a work, only a full blown sadist smile. Britain's hero grabbed the bone from the demon and held it like a wand. When nothing happened he brought it closer to his face, only to have the bone take a life of it's own and nail him on the forehead. He let go of the bone in shock, his hands going to his forehead, only to have it hover in front him covered in a green glow. It hovered for only a few seconds before it was in motion again and started beating on Harry's head.

"Ow, ow, ow," He attempted to fend off the bone with one hand while the other tried to protect his head.

Professor Manik's hand snapped out and grabbed the stick after relishing in the amusing scene, right before Harry took off running to get away from it. "As the class should note, the bone moved by itself. If anyone else can do that, congratulations, you can learn necromancy." He grinned like a sadist at the class then at Harry. "You may leave, I'll see you on Thursday."

Now Harry may be insane, but he was getting better, he hightailed it out of there into the hallway. He didn't go far however, and waited until the girl he was talking to earlier timidly came out of the classroom.

"I'm Ray." He declaired, again, as he pounced on her. He gave her an expectant look until she answered.

"T-Tamina."

"Great, now I am going to kidnap you and present you to the rest of my menagerie. Okay?" He didn't wait for an answer, just grabbed her wrist and dragged her away.