Title: Of High School, Werewolves and Deadly Nightshade.

Rating: Pg13

Alternate Univers-y Factors: Lily's new in school, Peter's kinda rotten from the start, James is a Seeker, not a Chaser, Minerva is a TA, Dumbledore is the Deputy Headmaster. Phew. Anything else?

Chapter:Eight – Good Company.

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A house elf Remus recognized as Anna brought in a few plates of food. She was followed by two more house elves, bearing similar loads. All three were burdened with extraordinary amounts of edibles; salads, ice creams, soups. The kind that everybody had to love.

They put down the trays outside the bars, and Anna snapped her fingers. Belladonna and Remus' lunch appeared inside the cage, and the house elves promptly left.

The werewolf and the Lycanth had been left to stare, openmouthed, at the feast before them.

Belladonna turned out to be quite an eater. Naturally, they were both starving after the night before, not to mention lack of breakfast, and they went though the meal like, well, a couple of fifteen year olds.

And they talked.

It was nearly three o clock when they had finally finished eating. They were both stuffed to the gills with vegetables, steaks, puddings…they could have eaten more if they wanted, or so they maintained, and were now sitting, half lying, on opposite ends of a huge velvet settee, silently.

Remus still thought of her as strange, but as he sat there, staring at the words 'Belladonna Lupin', he realized that he enjoyed talking to the shrew. How peculiar.

He poured her and himself another glass of Butterbeer and took out one of the library books that he had been left with. He looked at the cover.

Magical Anomalies.

Remus raised his eyebrows. Professor Dumbledore wanted him to know more about her?

He scanned the contents page. It had no chapters on werewolves, vampires or zombies, but it did contain a chapter on something that might interest him. Ultimagi. He opened the book.

(note) – Concerning Sevens.

Of all numbers, magical or not, the most potent is the number seven. No living person has ever been able to define the significance of the prime number, but it has been showed in many circumstances. For instance, there are seven colors in the rainbow, seven seas, seven wonders of the world. As magical students, wizards learn for seven years. According to Christian belief, Heaven is guarded by seven gates, and so on.

At a time when magic was still newly borne to the earth, the magic of the number seven wove itself into the making of the powers that magical people possess. As such, Ultimagic is brought about. Ultimagic is raw magic. Whether good or evil, Ultimages are able to grasp concepts of magic that ordinary magicals cannot. For example, they can manipulate the situation of inanimate objects.

The highly unlikely conditions of the birth of an Ultimage are as such:

The Seventh Son of a Seventh Son

The Seventh Daughter of a Seventh Daughter

The Seventh Child of the Seventh Child of the Seventh Child

In the event an Ultimage is born with two of the above conditions, his or her powers are double that of those with one situation.

Remus glanced at the back of the book and snorted slightly. They were to cover these people next year, in History.

Belladonna seemed to be dozing off a little.

He then read up on Lycanthe, and, naturally, on werewolves. It appeared that lycanthropic people had two sides to them. Hereditary or cursed. Lycanthe were born with their Cantha selves(their canine forms), whereas werewolves had to be bitten, either by other werewolves or Lycanthe. Lycanthe were more powerful than werewolves because they were more experienced in every sense of the term. Unlike werewolves, they were conscious when they turned into and out of their Cantha's which they only started transforming into at their coming of age. And, rather darkly, their harms were not limited to magical people. They could mate with or turn Muggles if they so wished. Remus shuddered at the thought of himself loose among unprotected people, and felt a wave of guilt prod him in the side.

He looked at his sleeping companion. Suddenly, her eyes jerked awake.

"What the hell are you looking at?"

Remus jumped. "I'm sorry, I was just wondering.." he said

Belladonna spotted the first book he had been reading and regarded him suspiciously. "I can feel people staring at me even while I sleep, you know. Ultimagic."

He looked down, a little red. "Well, what do you want to know, then?" she said irritably.

"Actually, I was wondering about your line of magic."

She rolled her eyes. "Belladonna Jordan, Seventh daughter and child of Yvaine, Seventh daughter and child of Emilyn, Seventh child of Hellewise at your service. Happy?"

"Yes, thanks."

Belladonna shook her head and dumped another pillow onto her half of the settee. It was not long before her eyes opened again.

"What do you want now, Remus?" she snapped.

Remus looked severely embarrassed at having been caught staring. "Er.." he decided to go for it. "So..you're the fist Ultimage in the family."

"Yes. How smart. And I'm twice as powerful as any other. And I can communicate with my familiar. And I can kick your ass if you wake me up again. Got it?"

"Right."

Unfortunately, she could not get back to sleep no matter how hard she tried. She growled in frustration at Remus, who grinned at her.

"Chess?"

They played a game which lasted three hours and had eventually stalemated, for neither of them were very good at the strategic game. Remus found himself enjoying her company even more. She was not, granted, the typical person he spent time with; carefree, loquacious, mischievous. She was not, he noted, like a leaking water balloon out of which water would trickle and later flood out of. Nor was she an impenetrable citadel. She did not ask questions, but she did answer them amiably enough, and Remus found himself telling her a lot of things. A lot of things.

On the other hand, Belladonna was almost indifferent. Almost. She had promised herself that she would not get attached to anybody. A mistake that had, in the past, brought about dire consequences. Although she was not completely true to her promise. She had attached to that Slytherin boy, but that was not of her doing. He was almost akin to her; silent, not expressly friendly. Work simply attached people. And he was the only person she confided in in this Merlinforsaken school.

Her eyes wandered to the wall. It read 'Belladonna Lupin'. She gasped.

"What's wrong?" the halfbreed has asked.

"Nothing," she quickly said. "We're going to be going soon. We'd better get the wall. I know a nifty spell, gimme my wand."

'Anerius Moleculaterre.'

The wall restored itself. "Molecular structure spell, that is nifty," said Remus.

"Friend taught me," was all she said.

It had been a bad excuse, and she knew it. Nifty? Belladonna Jordan Marten did not use the word nifty. She looked at a time piece. One long hour to go.

I'm not being friendly, she told herself. I'm keeping myself from going insane.

Confidently, she looked up into his eyes. Remus was slightly unnerved. She had caught him staring at her. He could not back down now, his ego demanded so.

So their gazes locked.

Amos Diggory, Head Boy, made his way carefully but hurriedly up a winding staircase and into the Deputy Headmaster's office. He was carrying a magical key that was to open a barred door, then he was going to escort two apparently trapped students to the Hospital Wing.

He quietly pushed the door open, and saw two Fifth Years on a couch in a tiny space, staring into one another's eyes. They were not moving, smiling, or doing anything. Just staring. Amos rolled his eyes. Kids these days. Could never wait to grow up. As he coughed, their heads snapped towards him, eyes wide. They immediately flushed. 'Young love,' he thought.

"Miss Marten? Mr. Lupin?" he greeted them as he unlocked the cage. "Come with me, please."

Well????? Sheesh, nobody reviewed my last chapter. I might take this off already!! Oh well. Actually ill keep posting til im done. Sigh.