Here's the second chapter, hope you like it.

I do not own Lupin, but I sorely wish I did...

A tall, slender witch of thirty swept into the large room filled with bubbling caldrons and mumbling wizards. Her plaited auburn hair fell to her waist and she toyed with the end of it behind her back in nervous anticipation.

"Do we have a serum yet?" Her brown eyes narrowed as she spoke to the head wizard in charge, a man of about thirty-five with short black hair and dark eyes.

"How did you manage to get enough money from the ministry to do this, Badra?"

"Who says I got it from the ministry, Terada? Now, do we have a serum yet? Don't give me that look!" She shoved him playfully and he shoved back with a smile.

"We might, but you know as well as anybody that we need a subject to test it on."

"Yeah, I know that's why I came here today. I think I may have found just the right one." She held up a newspaper clipping. "Now listen. Remus J. Lupin, former Dark Arts Professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, recently disappeared after a report of an attack on the Hogwarts Express conductor. Lupin is a registered werewolf and must me dealt with using extreme measures. If anyone has any information on the whereabouts of this insane creature blah, blah, blah, it just goes on about his "trial" and so on and so forth." She tossed the clipping in the trash. "It's disgusting how werewolves are treated so badly. They have almost no rights at all." Terada agreed.

"I know," he said, placing a hand on her shoulder, "but that's why we're here, to find an antidote and now, all we have to do is find our subject, Remus J. Lupin."

Lupin stumbled through downtown London. His vision was blurred and every time he took a step it sent fire coursing through his pain-racked body. Gripping his cloak around him, he shivered in the summer heat. His young face, marred with lines of pain, was set in a determined mask and he vowed that he would make it to safety when he heard a cackling laugh behind him.

"Oi! Boys over 'ere, I think we got ourselves a werewolf." Lupin froze and whipped around, fear showing evidently on his face.

"What, what do you want?" He reached slowly inside his cloak for his wand, curling his fingers around the reassuring piece of willow. A group of three brawny men were in front of him, wands raised and sadistic grins on their faces.

"There's a reward out for you, an' me an' me boys 'ere plan ter get it."

"What did I, I do?" Lupin was confused, how had he broken one of the rules he had carefully stored away in his head?"

"Don' play dumb wit' us you scum, you attacked our friend on that bloody train."

"No, no, no I didn't attack anybody! I swear it!" Lupin took a shaky step backwards and found that another of the men had gotten behind him.

"Well wolfie, 's our word against yers and who'd believe a werewolf anyway?" The man behind him laughed and slung his arm around Lupin's neck, quickly cutting off the young Professor's air supply. Again Lupin disapperated and appeared about twenty steps away. Every nerve in his body screamed out in agony as he tripped and landed hard. 'Run, run, run, run!' his mind yelled at him. 'I'm trying!' he yelled back, getting to his feet and dashing away just as the three men began heading in his direction. Dodging and weaving through people and cars he was very grateful to the rush of adrenaline that kept his battered body moving.

"I think I lost them." Lupin panted as he collapsed in front of a white building, massaging his bruised throat. He felt sick, he was cold, his whole body ached and he felt that if he moved he would throw up. "What am I going to do?" He murmured as he buried his head in his hands, breath still coming in pants.

"Well," a soft voice said. "You could come with us." Lupin looked up and jumped to his feet, swaying as a wave of giddiness ran through his head.

"I didn't do anything!" He yelled at the older woman in front of him. "I swear!" He began running again but only made it a few steps when he ran into Terada. "Leave me alone! Please!" Detouring around the older man Lupin dashed, adrenaline being the only thing keeping him going.

"Wait! We don't want to hurt you; we're your friends!" The Dark Arts Professor lurched forward and fell unable to run anymore, immediately curling in on himself remembering the Cruciatus Curse on the train. Badra came forward and put a hand on his trembling shoulder, he jerked away from the slight touch.

"Blood?" The young witch rubbed the sticky substance between her fingers and wiped it on her robe. Lupin's wounds from the transformation had reopened with all the running and were now bleeding freely. "Remus? It's okay, we're are trying to help you."

"You are?" Lupin opened his eyes and tried to sit up, failing miserably.

"Yes, will you come with us?" The werewolf nodded slowly and she helped him up. He swayed badly as pain rushed up to meet him and would have fallen if Terada hadn't caught him.

"I've got him." He picked up the now unconscious professor. "He barely weighs what you do."

"He's ill, it's a good thing we found him before the faction did." Badra shuddered. "Do you know what they do to werewolves?" She asked as they went inside the white building.

"Yes, you've told me a million times."

He was warm. That was Lupin's first deduction. His next was that it still hurt to move. Ignoring it he sat up realizing that he was in a small room surrounded by blankets and pillows. A commodity that he had not enjoyed often.

"Good, you're awake. I was beginning to worry about you. You've been asleep for almost two weeks. Are you feeling better?"

"Yes, thank you Miss?"

"Just call me Badra. It's Arabian, means full moon." Lupin shivered at that thought.

"Well, I'd better be going Miss Badra, thank you again and sorry for causing you any trouble." He got out of the soft, warm bed and realized he was only wearing his underwear. A dark blush formed across his nose. "Um, do you think I could maybe have my robes back?"

"Oh no, you're staying here, now get back into that bed Remus." She smiled and Lupin frowned at the scars covering his lithe frame. There was no way she could have missed them and she knew his name, did that mean she also knew...

"I'm a werewolf." He blurted out suddenly, expecting a painful response he flinched away. Badra didn't even blink.

"I know that Remus. That's why I want you to be in optimal condition when we try the serum on you."

"Serum?" Lupin asked as he got back under the warm covers, closing his eyes halfway.

"Yes, to see if our antidote for werewolves will work."

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