"Kevin?" A soft voice of a child didn't fit into the dream, I was in the middle of snogging my lips off with Fabian. "Kevin," it repeated and a finger poked at my upper arm.

"Hi Darren," I said sleepy when I opened my eyes and saw him standing by the bed. "What do you want?" I rolled over to lay on my back, felt my left shoulder had got stiff from the position and sat up.

"The doorbell rang." He shifted his weight a bit as the ding-dong was heard again.

"Okay... Thanks for telling me," I said and got up, grabbed a pair of jeans and tried not to fall flat on my face as I got them on. It was only two hours since I had fallen into bed last time and I had a hard time deciding whether to wake my boyfriend or not. "Charlie-tiger," I leaned over him and cooed, he turned and looked at me, getting that I had to get up, but he could do what he wanted. I hurried as much as I managed and unlocked the door, opened it and tried to smile at the three teenagers.

"Hello Kevin, we wondered if we could talk a bit with you," Hermione said, her big hair was tied back in a braid and she looked poorly dressed for the weather. Ron and Harry looked a bit better clothed, but seemed cold too.

"Yeah, sure, about what?" I waved them in and they sat down on the couch a bit awkwardly after taking off their jackets and shoes.

"Well, Rowling have started with the third book and you are at least mentioned several times and she wondered if you still want to be left out," she informed me from her seat between the guys, I stood opposite them, the coffee table between us.

"Yes, I stand by my decision, my life have nothing to do in a children's book. She just have to write me into someone else for later occasions." That I had made up my mind about already before Rowling began writing the books, I wanted to be left out of them and the few things that matters can be blamed on others like Remus.

"But why? Why should you be treated different?" Ron inquired and lifted his hands to express his feelings on the matter.

"Because I say so," I answered and crossed my arms. A series of booming barks went through the air and everyone turned towards the direction it had come from. "Just Fluffy, I haven't feed him yet and the three heads often begin fighting a bit."

"Fluffy? Like the beast we ran into in first year and I almost crapped my pants when I saw?" Ron asked, his eyes were wide and hoping I was kidding.

"Yes. We got him from Hagrid," I closed the matter with and they seemed to think it was madness to keep him, but we went back to the original subject of their visit.

"You have been a part of it, especially with the Order, it would make sense if you were in the books," Harry pointed out.

"No, I don't want to be dragged into it. She's a writer, let her have a nut to crack." I couldn't really explain why, I just don't want a written reminder of what the war was like for me. I guess that makes me a hypocrite, since I was the one that got the idea of selling Harry's story as a children's story for muggles. Charlie came in and looked slowly from one to the other before he went and gave his brother a hug, who looked surprised when they broke apart, but no one said anything.

"How's Ginny?" Charlie asked in a hard tone after a long silence. He had moved over to stand beside me and had a hint of the Neanderthal expression. I watched him carefully, not sure how he was going to act.

"She's fine, she's at the Burrow with Hedwig, but we have a day off and decided to take care of some business," Harry said and I nodded slowly, still wondering how they could have named the kid that.

"Not depressed about giving up education?" It was a clear edge to Charlie's voice and I wondered why he had to pick a fight now.

"Yeah, well, of course she's a bit down, but, that's..." Harry's stuttering died away and he stared at his knees.

"And you?" Charlie's face and mood was a beginning hurricane.

"No, I mean yes, I try to make it work," Harry defended himself with.

"Maybe you should have thought before you had sex, taken some responsibility for your actions." Charlie had raised his voice and crossed his arms over the chest.

"We were responsible, it just went as it went! And it was her that planted the thought in Ginny's head, anyway!" Harry had stood up as he yelled and pointed a finger to me. Charlie just looked at me for a second before drawing his breath to start shouting.

"I don't care if it was Dumbledore's last will that you knocked up my sister, you were both irresponsible and stupid! You almost ruined her life, she's a teenage mother without NEWTs! It doesn't matter what else you have done, you make me sick! Now get out of my house! Get out!"

The black-haired youth didn't need to be told again, he strode out in the hall and put on his sneakers without tying them and half-ran out, slamming the door as he went. The echo of the door's meeting the frame seemed to hang in the air for a long time. The two teens still sitting on the coach seemed confused and perplexed by the sudden uproar.

"That wasn't necessary of you," I told Charlie and turned towards him. He just gave an angry puff and I noticed his whole body was trembling, either from anger or because he needed to take his pills.

"Mate, I don't like it either, but it worked out all right," Ron tried carefully.

"Yeah, it did, but... I just don't like people having sex before they're ready to become parents." I now had to help him sit down beside Hermione. "Just look at what happened to Kay," he added and supported his head in his hand, elbow on the armrest.

"You can't really compare that, I was twenty when Amy was born, Ginny's only seventeen," I told him, trying not to get angry with him. He had dragged my past into it, which was a whole different genre than his sister's life.

"Exactly..." He didn't manage to keep talking or even close his mouth again, he was shaking too much.

"Maybe we should go, too," Hermione suggested and I nodded. "We'll let ourselves out. Thanks for the talk." They stood up, both giving Charlie their own concerned look before going to get their shoes and jackets. Suddenly Charlie followed them like a sleepwalker and I had to join him, watch out so he didn't do any more stupid things. He stopped by the dresser and looked at Ron, getting eye-contact after a couple of seconds.

"Just have to tell... Good..." He couldn't say what he wanted and his eyes didn't focus on his brother any more. I noticed the small movement as he closed his legs a bit only because I was looking for it. I instantly tried to guide him into the bathroom with an arm around his back, but it was like trying to move a brick wall.

"Help me here," I snapped as I finally got him to take a small step, feeling worry grow in the pit of my stomach. Ron took hold around the shoulders, not really sure what was happening, and we half-dragged the mass into the bathroom. I led him the last feet to the toilet alone, Ron just looked a bit confused. I tried to lift my hands to open the jeans, but instead the knot of concern took hold of me and I dropped to my knees with several moans of pain.

I was letting Charlie down, he wasn't even conscious enough to know what was going on. "Hurry, he have to pee," I said as loud as I mustered, which was a little above a muttering. His brother understood what he had to do and opened Charlie's jeans a bit reluctantly.

I waited for the sound of water hitting water, but it never came. I gathered myself enough to stand up and take over for Ron, he said a quick bye and left with his girlfriend, probably going to look for Harry. I was about to give up when a couple of drops started running, it grew to a small waterfall, but was over in a moment. I clothed him again and washed my hands before leading him to the kitchen, his feet moved easier now.

The pills were as big as my pinky nail, but I got him to swallow them with some orange juice. Afterwards I placed him down on a chair and kept my eyes on him as much as possible while making sweet oatmeal for him, he needed to eat something. He seemed pretty lost in his own thoughts, paralysed by his emotions and his torso kept shaking, but he tried turning his head towards me when I sat down beside him with a bowl.

"Here," I said softly when I had turned to sit sideways on the chair, facing him as much as possible. I held up a spoonful and he opened his mouth, letting me feed him. He managed to swallow and I gave him more. When he had consumed half of the bowl's content he put his own hand over mine to follow the movement, gaining a bit of self-respect. He got juice in between the spoonfuls and I soon had to refill the glass, in the little time I was up and did that, he took hold of the spoon and directed it into his mouth with a trembling hand.

"This is working," he mumbled to himself as I sat down again, placing my smaller hand on the back of his to steady it. "Your eyes are red," he told me, proving for me he was doing better now.

"Yeah, still want to sleep. I really love that bed, you know." I placed both my hands in my lap and he ate by himself.

"Well, I think one of the legs are going to fall off soon, the screws doesn't sit properly in the holes any more," he said with some humour in his voice. "I'll fix it when I have time." Or feel up to it.

"That's the problem, screwing and holes," I retorted and saw the lame innuendo made him smile. I blinked for a long moment, feeling the sting again. I heard hooves behind me and turned to meet Darren's eyes, they were clearly puffy from crying.

"Hi... I think I should find a different place to stay," he said while looking down on the floor.

"Why? You can stay, it's no problem for us. Where did you plan on going?" I stood up so I could give him a hug if the need came.

"I don't know where I would go, but I'm just in the way here. And I'm feeling much better now," he added and almost looked up in my face. His words turned ironic when he began coughing, his lungs had to be almost completely overpowered by the chest-cold. I held around him to keep him from falling over and he pulled off the second he could breath properly again.

"I'll make some food for you, whatever you want, and teach you the telly, it's a bit tricky. Then I'll probably go back to bed, but you aren't any trouble, don't think like that." I let out a yawn and heard Charlie pushing back his chair and getting up.

"I'll go by myself," he said as he passed me in a normal pace, neither the over-stressed or sleepwalker-like I had expected. I nodded slowly and managed to catch the eyes of the centaur, asking what he wanted to eat again.

"I think spaghetti would be nice, if you have any more," he said and looked away, inspecting the counter instead.

"Yep, it is here somewhere." I opened the pantry and moved a couple of boxes before finding the pasta and a glass of tomato sauce. "I have to check those scabs later, I don't like how they look." I didn't know which casserole I should take of the two I had taken out of the cupboard, but settled on the bigger. The water was almost boiling when Charlie came back, looking pleased with himself and I was almost proud of him for going to the loo alone, which really was a bit weird.

"Honey?" His voice had taken a more regretful tone and he hugged me from behind, I straightened my neck so the back of my head touched the side of his neck.

"Mhm..." I had to keep my eyes on the sauce so it didn't get burned.

"I've been stupid lately." He tightened his arms around my torso a bit. "I shouldn't have yelled at Harry, if anything I should have talked in a civilised manner. And yesterday... I can't believe the things I did to you, Bill and Dragan. Merlin, I almost raped the poor boy!"

"Charlie, you're not a rapist," I said, consciously mirroring Bill's words from another timeline.

"I'm almost. Remember how I was in my third year?" He put his nose right behind my ear and I heard his breathing clearly.

"Yes, I remember you had a hard time when you were thirteen-fourteen and attacked..." I had to inhale deeply for the tangled mess of associates not to overwhelm me. "And attacked, almost raped Tonks because she happen to look slightly like me sometimes." The pasta was ready and I turned off the stove, he hung on me like stink on a warthog.

"I was such a mess that year. I really wanted to have a romantic relationship with you, but you had slept with Bill and that made me so mad..." He was trying to tell me something more than what I already knew. "I missed you like crazy, I don't know how many nights I couldn't sleep because I thought about you."

"And did you... Sorry that I even have to ask, but was it kinda masturbating-thoughts?" I finally got him to let go of me and I had spaghetti up on a plate before handing it to Darren, who tried not to listen to our talk.

"I've always loved you," Charlie said, his was of admitting it sometimes had been and his eyes became a bit misty. "And I'm sorry I've done so much shit."

"Don't think about it. It's in the past, let's focus on the present and future." I placed my lips to his for a moment and sighed. "Darren, I'll turn on the TV for you, just remember to push the buttons on the remote control hard, or it won't work." The young boy nodded to me while rolling up pasta on the fork. I could hardly wait to get between the sheets again and hurried first into the living-room, then the bedroom, Charlie tailed me and kissed me unexpectedly while I tried to get my shirt off again.

"How do you even manage to live with me?" he asked rhetorically and undressed himself fast.

"I love you, you know. But I think it would be best if you talked with your brothers one by one. At least George and Ginny." I knew what I just said didn't make perfect sense, but didn't bother to correct it, he nodded and agreed anyway. I had got a small scratch on my hip, without knowing how and looked at it for a long time before realising my knickers were irritating the skin, so I took them off. The bandage on my wrist should be changed, as I ran my hand around it I discovered the four punctures were healing at least.

I got under the sheet and blanket at last, Charlie had almost got impatient with me, thinking I was never going to join him. I laid close to him, we were both on our sides, and kissed him first on the chin, then the lips. He returned it and I placed an arm and leg slowly on him, my ankle and foot caressing his thigh for a while. He placed his hand on my hip, slowly running it down to lay more on my butt again and I let our lips and tongues play while I pressed closer to him.

I caressed his shoulder with my fingertips and felt excitement making itself evident between my legs. He began caressing my collarbone with two fingers, having released his hold on my backside, afterwards running them slowly down between my breasts, all the way down to between my thighs and I moaned at his soft touch. His hand retreated and I gripped under the sheet to find it again, but he was busy trying to get his underwear off while laying like that. He succeeded and I kissed him as a reward while moving my leg higher up against his side, waiting for him to move.

We weren't sure how this was going to work as he pushed himself gently inside me and I let out another moan. The position wasn't really good for any of us, but we tried it for a couple of minutes, he had taken hold of my buttock again and tried moving us both a bit. I helped as much as I managed, but in the end took hold of his shoulders and rolled us over, putting us in the familiar missionary position.

He began thrusting hard and fast, making me loose the feeling of my fingers, feet and cheekbone for a moment in the pleasure, it came back with a tingling and I drew my legs higher up around his waist, giving him better access. The room was filled with moans, groans and the sound of the headboard banging against the wall, it was just big enough gap there for the rocking of the bed to make the noise.

I tried not to, but my eyes began to roll as I closed in on the orgasm, my pelvis and the surrounding muscles worked on their own, pressing me up against him. He took hold of my breasts and I tightened myself around his cock, feeling him hitting my g-spot directly. I drew my breath deeply a moment before I came, gripping onto him as my shouts was mixed with the sound of splintering wood. When he slowly pulled out and I came to my senses I noticed the bed was tilting down towards the foot-end.

"Did we just break the bed?" I asked dumbly and looked up in his eyes, he hadn't got off me yet.

"Guess we did," he answered with a snicker. I had to laugh myself, we had just talked about repairing it. We laid like that in laughter-fits over the timing and how utterly bizarre it was for several minutes.

"Well, I can't say anything else than you sure fucked me hard this time," I got out when we were calming down again. He smiled at the jesting compliment and put his head down on my shoulder, the rest of his body resting on top of mine. I agreed wordlessly, I too was too tired to move a finger and it was nice to have his warmth enclosing me.

"Wanna take a shower?" I ran a hand over his forehead and he opened his eyes again. During the night we hadn't moved much, but he had got off me and was now laying on his stomach, facing me. He was shaking again and I wondered if I should get the medications right away. I furrowed my brows a bit to get him to answer my question this century.

"Yeah..." We both needed it and he glided down from our lopsided bed, sitting up with his legs crossed on the floor. I got up and took of the sheet, motioning for him to stand and wrapped the fabric around us both. When I opened the door I shot a look out in the living-room and concluded Darren was most likely sleeping. We turned into the bathroom and I closed the door with a sigh before letting the sheet fall. I slowly unwrapped the bandage with smudges of my 'blood' and found the four punctures to be healing good, small scabs covering the wounds. I turned my arm around and flexed my fingers, like I expected them to suddenly fall off.

"Oh shit," he exclaimed very appropriately before sitting hastily down on the toilet. On top of everything else, he now had diarrhoea! I opened the narrow window to let in some fresh air as he leaned forward to support his underarms on his knees, his bowels emptying loudly.

"I'll get your meds," I said and wrapped the sheet around me like a toga, exited and went to the kitchen. As I passed him I saw Darren stir, it looked like he was having a bad dream. I took the small container with pills in one hand before opening the refrigerator and took out my bottle. There wasn't much left, I drank it straight down and put it in the sink so I would remember to wash it later. The centaur had fallen still again when I went back, but I had to feel his forehead. He didn't have a fever, but was still weak. I knocked on the door to hear how Charlie was doing, I didn't mind not being in there with him now.

"You can come in, I think I'm done," he answered and I hesitated. Think, that isn't a hundred percent safe. I shrugged off my childish hang-ups and went in to find him standing and leaning forward on the sink, looking at his own reflection curiously. The smell still hung in the air, but the open window helped, even though it meant it was a lot colder, too. I silently cursed my excellent olfactory sense.

"How are you feeling now?" I could see he was shaking and put the bottle of pills down on the counter beside him. He touched at his chest, inspecting an old burn that had been there, the skin was hard and scarred now.

"Not too bad, I think it was just a one time thing. Maybe I should ask George for a batch of U-No-Poo, for later occasions I mean," he half-joked and turned to me. I frowned at the thought and the smell that just wouldn't leave my nose.

"Here," I said and placed two tablets in his hand. He took them in his mouth and leaned down to drink straight from the tap, when he got up again he embraced me and I returned it, keeping my hands far up on his back.

"What about that shower..." He tried to sound cheerful, but his voice was a bit too feeble. Anyway I nodded and released myself, took off the sheet in a swift motion, opened the shower and turned on the water. It got warmer and I motioned for him to get in too, closing the doors when he had. I got the shampoo and lathered up myself, giving it to him afterwards. He dropped it, but didn't pick it up and I decided to help him, taking some of the excess foam in my hair over to his and massaged his scalp slowly, he closed his eyes and enjoyed my touch.

He began swaying and I took hold of his upper arms, his face was flushed as he leaned on to me and his knees weakened, causing him to glide down on me. I tried to keep him up, but found it to be easier if I let him sit down properly with his back to the wall instead.

"I'm just a bit hungry, nothing serious," he said as I kneeled down beside him. I nodded and reached for the soap, then ran my foamy palms over his body to wash him. He closed his eyes, still shaking, I fell still and just let the water cascade over us.

"You sure you'll be all right? I have to work, and... Wait, are the girls still at your parents?" I felt like the worst mother in the world right now, not knowing where my daughters were. My thoughts went out to Kaya, too.

"No, Mum put them to bed here late last night, then peeked in on us. She asked what had happened to our bed, don't remember what I told her." He gave a weary smile and placed a hand to my knee. I returned the gesture by giving into my urge of feeling his heartbeat. I pressed my palm harder to his chest to feel the big muscle contracting again and again, steady. My own heart hadn't done that in over twenty-four years, all it had done was harbour love, and ache over all the losses.

"You were only two years old when I died," I said, suddenly feeling down. He didn't answer, but reached up and turned off the water.

"Are we going to sit here 'til we rot?" He said after a while. I looked up from his chest and met his eyes. They were a bit tired, little worried for the both of us and a hint of ashamed.

"You shouldn't even joke... Guess we have to meet the world out there sometime," I finished and supported myself on the wall as I got up to help him. I took out two towels, gave one to him and tried to relax as I dried my hair, all I could see was the dark blue fabric around my head.

"Sure you're going to be okay?" I asked for the third time in five minutes. He rolled his eyes at me and let go of the toy dinosaur he was playing with together with Lisa and Mina.

"Yes. You're acting like my mum," he replied with a smile.

"It's only because we care about you, you know. But I'll go, then." I grabbed the Floo powder and stepped into the green flames with a feeling I really was a bit too over-protective. "Hi, Minnie," I shot at the Headmistress and her mouth became even thinner than usual, she's always hated the nickname given by the Marauders.

"Miss Casey, can I have a talk with you?" I already had my hand on the door-knob, but turned around and went to the chair she gestured towards. With a feeling I was going to get detention I put on a polite curious face and sat down. "Professor Ford is ill today, could you take his class?"

"Yeah, no problem." I thought for a moment, then quickly decided to tell her. "I don't know how long I can keep going in this job. I'll give you as long time as you need to find someone to fill the position, but I don't think I'll manage out the school year." There, it was out. She just nodded curtly, I think that's all the woman's capable of.

I made my way to the DADA classroom where the sixth-years were waiting. Not quietly, though, but I hadn't expected them to. After a short speech where I basically told them to work and ask me if they had any trouble I sat down at the desk and let my mind wander.

Still no Kaya... And I kept pushing Mina and Lisa away from me. Charlie really needed care. At the same time vivid dreams cornering in on nightmares haunted me. The class was over before I had expected, time flies when you're gone in your own thoughts. Some of the students said bye to me as they exited, I returned it half-hearted and concluded it had been right to tell McGonagall. I went to the closet window and opened it a bit, lighted a cigarette and told myself I should quit smoking.

"Kay?" Someone had sneaked up on me from behind and I turned to find Ginny, her long hair draped over her shoulder in a braid.

"Hi. What are you doing here?" I managed not to sound rude. As far as I knew she should be at home and was definitely not one of the third-years I'd take over for Ford.

"Charlie is stupid," she said and put on a face telling me I should just dare arguing with her.

"You mean about how he treated Harry? Yeah, he regrets it," I told her in a light tone and realised it wasn't enough. But I didn't have anything else to say.

"That's not worth a bloody knut. He's started talking about dumping me again!" She narrowed her eyes a bit and I took the last puff of my smoke.

"I'm sorry about that, try to make him see reason. And when it comes to Charlie... You should talk to him yourself." I wasn't going to play messenger between them. The class I had taken over had begun seating themselves at the desks.

"I bloody well will," Ginny confirmed and strode out off the room and I still didn't know what she was doing here, maybe visiting Hermione. I walked slowly over my desk and stood in front of it, waiting for the kids to turn their attention to me instead of paper planes and gossip.

"Hello, I'm Kevin Casey and I'm going to have today's class with you, Ford is sick. What are you doing now?" I'd never had the third year Gryffindors or Slytherins before and thereby didn't know any of the names.

"We're working on werewolves," a tall girl by the windows said and I nodded slowly.

"Interesting subject." I took up the open book from one of the desks on the front row and scanned over the page. "Lyncanthropy. How is it passed on?" I pierced a girl on the second row with my eyes and she began blushing a bit.

"Er... Well, if a person is bitten he will then become a werewolf himself the next full-moon," she said quietly and looked down.

"What you are saying isn't wrong, but... There is a but, anyone want to give it a stab?" I was challenging them a bit and several of them began turning pages and looking, some more frantically. One of the boys, he was tall with long dark blond hair, had already raised his hand without looking in the book. I nodded for him to talk.

"If a person is attacked when the werewolf is in wolf-shape, he or she will get the lyncanthropy. If the attack happens when the werewolf is in it's human shape, it won't transfer. Or it have at least not happened yet," he finished in a cheeky tone. He had held eye-contact with me the whole time and spoke loud and clear.

"Beauty and brains," I commented, truly impressed, I hadn't expected any of them to crack it so fast and correctly. "Yes, we only have four known cases of a werewolf attacking outside the full-moon, all done by Fenrir Greyback, all here in the castle. Creepy, isn't it? I happen to be here and stitch the victims up again, sadly one of them didn't make it." As I had feared, this caused a cascade of questions. I held up my hands for them to calm down, afterwards pointed on one by one so they could ask what they wanted.

"But wouldn't those wounds have been cursed? Did muggle healing work on magic injuries?" A small girl with round face wanted to know.

"Yes, they are cursed, therefor magic wasn't any good. But, another coincidence wanted one of my older friends to be a werewolf and I wanted to try stitches after one of his transformations, it worked and the rest I think you can figure out." I sat up on the desk and swept my look over them before choosing a mousy-haired boy who had loosened his green tie and leaned far back on the chair.

"The one that died, why?" He grinned at me, only wanting to make me look bad for his own entertainment. Some of the students had leaned forward, eagerly awaiting my answer, one girl had hid her face in her hands.

"Why? She bled to death while I tried to help her. I guess she was just hurt worse." The truth was I had tied up the biggest slashes on Bill, putting him out of danger before turning to her. When she was gone I didn't even care enough to cover her up before I went back to him and did the smaller gashes. I blinked rapidly and put the guilt out of my head. My eyes fell on the girl with her hands over her face and saw her shoulders shaking with silent sobs.

"Emma, calm down," the boy next to her said in a feeble attempt at comforting her. This didn't help at all, she now knew we were all looking at her and I went to her, squatted down in front of her desk and took gently hold around her wrists.

"What's wrong? I can excuse you from class if you need to lay down or something," I said quietly enough for just the nearest people to hear. She shook her head, but didn't let me see her face. "Please tell me," I tried and she slowly removed one hand and looked at me with a red and tearful eye.

"It was m-my sister, Ab-Abigail," she got out in a shaking voice. I understood why it was so hard for her to hear about this and took better hold of the hand she had let fall.

"I'm sorry to hear that. I think it would be best for you to go to your dorm, relax a bit." She nodded and stood up, shouldering her bag a bit clumsy. "Do you want anyone to go with you," I offered and she nodded again, shooting a look at a dark-haired girl on the other side of her, who went with her.

"That's the thing about war, it affects innocent as much as the guilty. Maybe more. Further questions?" I said when the door had swung shut behind the two girls. The rest of the class had been strangely unaffected by Emma's small breakdown and half a dozen hands shot in the air. I pointed at the nearest boy.

"It's not always the victim of a real attack, I mean during a full-moon, survives, is it?" He had brown hair and an upturned nose, and I drew my breath, suppressing a sad smile.

"No, it all depends on what kind of physical shape the victim is in. Very young or old people often pass within a couple of days. General bad health also makes that a likely outcome." My brain was now fully turn on Amy-mode, filled with memories of her short life and terrible killing. I shook it off and wrenched my attention back to the students. The boy with the dirty-blond hair who had cracked my nut had another question.

"Fenrir Greyback, he is loose, right?" He looked around at his classmates and they seemed uncomfortable at the thought. "We don't need to worry, though, if he shows up anywhere around wizards the Aurors will be on him like fleas in a matter of minutes, he have a lot of charges on him. Still, what should we do if we see him?" He looked at me sincerely, his eyes looked much more mature than thirteen-fourteen years.

"Hide, if possible. Don't draw attention to yourself and don't run if you can avoid it, then he will just have fun hunting you down." I had a feeling the boy already knew this, but wanted the others to know it too, without making himself look like a know-it-all. He instantly raised his hand again and I nodded to him.

"Mostly out of curiosity, could you tell us who the people Greyback attacked outside of full-moon were?" He seemed honest in his intentions and I had no reason to keep it from them.

"Yes. In '97, the first battle here, Bill Weasley and Abigail-" I didn't know the last name, but was quickly informed by them it was Smith. "Abigail Smith was attacked during the fight. I tended to them both at the hospital wing, sadly I couldn't save her. Bill is an old friend of mine and is doing good now, only difference is he likes his steaks a bit rawer, which his French wife don't mind." I smiled and tried justifying for myself why they needed to know that. "In the final battle, '98, Katie Bell was heavy injured, but pulled through. Lavender Brown also got some superficial scratches, but did fine. I hadn't had any contact with them, but assume they are okay. You seem very interested in this, is it any particular reason?" I put my hand on my hip, but removed it again, I felt like Molly.

"Well, only that my father is working on a book about how magical creatures was treated, used and abused during the war." For the first time he seemed slightly uneasy at being the centre of attention.

"What's your name?" I wanted to get in touch with this writer he had for a father, but could I really handle more projects now?

"Thomas Christiansen," he said and brushed the hair away from his face. I nodded slowly and kept staring at his thin, athletic frame, thinking he really was both beauty and brains, the girls here were lucky to have a shot at a guy like him. Then I almost downright slapped myself as I realised he reminded me of Bill when he was that age. Rolling my eyes at myself I let the next question come, it had just been an innocent observation.