The full moon shone brightly in the sky as the beautiful young woman slowly stepped up to the edge of the small pond. She hesitated for a moment, then she walked a short distance into the water. Her long, midnite black hair cascaded down her back in soft waves, blowing ever so slightly in the breeze. Her pale skin seemed to have an unearthly glow about it. The soft white stola that was draped about her thin shoulders fell to the ground as she walked farther into the water. Now all she was wearing was a thin silk sheathe that showed the deep scars and welts on her back, arms, and legs that had been inflicted by some cruel instrument of torture. The water was now lapping about her knees. As she bent down to dip her hands in the water, a blinding white light seared through the dark night. Suddenly, the girl was lifted above the water by some mysterious force. The water was now glowing a blinding white and appeared to be boiling. As the girl's body started to revolve in the air, the water became more and more active. Just when it seemed that the small pond was going to overflow, the water stopped moving and returned to its normal state. The girl's body slowly began to descend into the now steaming water. As soon as her foot touched the surface, the air was filled with an eerie, lilting music. Soon, her whole body was submersed in the remedial pool. Just when it seemed that she has been under water too long to survive, she was thrust out onto the shore by some invisible hand. The thin silk sheathe was replaced with robes of shimmering white material that looked as if it had been sewn out of gossamer and moonbeams. The skin on her arms, back, and legs gleamed as bright as if they had been fashioned out of pure porcelain. There was no sign of the scars anywhere on her body. Her face came into view for the first time as she slowly stood up and lifted her head toward the sky. Just by looking at her face, you could tell that this was no ordinary young lady. Her small deep-set black eyes glittered a deep ebony beneath long eyelashes. Her features were delicate but they held a certain untamed, wild look to them. Her lips curved slightly into a small smile that made her eyes dance and sparkle. She was tall and slim but yet, she wasn't frail or sickly. She seemed to carry herself with an air of elegance an grace that made her seem to be floating above the ground. The glow of the pool behind her cast a silhouette around her, giving her a celestial look. She raised her hand to her neck and touched the pendant that was hanging on a thin, silver chain. The pendant was a small orb that glowed softly, showing the viewer any constellation they wished to view. The seven twinkling shapes of the Pleiades could clearly be seen. She took a small step towards the pool to look at her reflection and................................... Remus Lupin woke up in a cold sweat. Who was that woman? What could she have to do with him? Why had he been having this dream for three weeks straight? Should he tell James, Sirius and Peter about it? Should he mention it to Dumbledore? He shook his head and drew the curtains tighter around his bed and drifted back off to sleep.