I arrived to teach at Hogwarts about a week ago. For my first lesson, which was with the Gryffindor third - years, I had planned a little surprise: Boggarts. However, when I walked in to that classroom, the allocated DADA classroom, I saw the very thing that I had been hoping to avoid; the thing that had tormented me for so long. The memory of what happened still scares me. I hope to God that I never have to think about it again! Later the next day, the Headmaster called me to his office to have a word with me.

"Remus, have you seen your old school records? They seem to have disappeared." Albus told me gravely.

"I heard footsteps up here last night." The voice of Severus shocked me a little; he had been lurking in a shadowed corner and I hadn't noticed him. " I ran up here but they were gone. It's been stolen."

"Any clues why anyone would want to steal my profile?" I asked as calmly as I could, knowing a very good reason for someone to steal it.

"Potter, Weasley and Granger." Severus said instantly. "I caught Granger eavesdropping while Minerva and I were discussing...well, discussing it."

"Don't jump to conclusions, Severus. It can't have been students. This room is protected by a magic far greater than any student is able to penetrate." Albus insisted.

Severus, who was holding a folder, threw it down on the floor in impatience and frustration and stormed out of the room. I picked up the file as Albus followed, no doubt to try and calm him down before lessons so the students would manage to not lose too many house points, and walked back to my quarters.

When I got there, I checked the name on the folder: Artemisa Katz. I remembered her. Barely, I have to admit, but I remembered her. She had been in the year below me, my brother's year. They were inseparable. She was the twins' younger sister. I remembered the twins as well. Rene and Justine Katz. Quite unlike Fred and George Weasley, they looked nothing like each other, and hated each other with a fiery passion, so it was hard to tell that they were twins.

Justine, like Artemisa, had been a Gryffindor and I was good friends with her, even when Sirius told her about my relationship with wolves, the bastard. Some people even went to the extent that we were going out, and that may well have been. Justine, like me, had been a Chaser on the Quidditch team, and scored many goals.

Rene, well, Rene was different. She was a solitary Slytherin, though when not lurking alone in a corner (a bit like Severus does nowadays) she was often talking to none other than Severus. She never spoke to anyone else apart from to trade insults or answer questions in class. She, too, played Quidditch, though with another of the many differences to her twin, she was stronger rather than faster, the perfect build of a Beater. A similarity, however, was that she shared that position with Severus, also a Beater, and I shared my position with Justine. Funny the way how fate works; Artemisa was never on the Quidditch team.

I made a mental note to visit Artemisa over Christmas and took her file back to Albus' office. On coming out, I heard a crack and realised I trodden on something outside the door. I looked closely at it to identify it and suddenly realised with a sinking stomach and a sickening feeling what it was.

A bent hairpin.