Chapter Three: Romulus Lupin

Remus Lupin knocked polietly on the door of Malfoy Manor. The door opened and Draco Malfoy stepped out, as he would be home for the following week due to injuries. "What do you want, werewolf?" he sneered. Remus kept himself calm, however. "I need to speak with you mother, Draco. It is--" He was interuppted but Lucius Malfoy coming out.

"Well, well. Look who it is. What business do you have here?" he sneered, identical to his son's sneer.

"My business if with your wife only, Lucius." he returned cooly.

"Draconus." the older man said to the boy, "Inform your mother that she has a visitor." Draco hurried off to tell her. "Come in, werewolf. You do realize of course that my wife's business is mine as well. So I demand to know what's going on."

"I am merely here with orders from Albus Dumbledore to give information to Narcissa and Narcissa alone." Remus replied, pleasantly. Then Mrs. Malfoy walked into the room.

"Hello, Mr. Lupin." she smiled. She didn't seem like the blocks of ice that her husband and son were.

"Mrs. Malfoy." he kissed her hand in a very gentlemanly fashion. "I have some things I must speak to you about. In private." he addd with a look at Lucius.

"Of course." she said and led him into the Library. "Now, what would you like to speak about?"

"Your cousin Sirius Black. We are going to preform a ressurection spell and we need a blood realitive of him to be there. We had Nymphadora Tonks but she...well..." his voice cracked and after a moment he continued, "She died. If you are up to it we would like you to be there."

She scrutinzed him for a moment, "If I am there, what must I do?"

"That's the complicated part. We need you to cut yourself on your left forearm three times as deep as you can and let the blood spill onto the floor." He prayed that she would accept. But instead of looking disgusted at the thought of cutting herself, she smiled wryly. "Is that all?" she asked. "Well, of course I will." Remus looked shocked so she calmed rolled up her sleeve and showed him many scars on her forearms.

"I know you've done it too, Mr. Lupin. No need to act so surprised." she smiled at him again. And then said, "I will attend. And do all that I must. Now, go tell Albus that." She smiled once more and left him there. He was however, escorted out by a house elf. That had been surprisingly easy. And he was amazed at how nice and pleasant Mrs. Malfoy was. He did think that she would be cold and reserved. As was her name. Well, you can't judge books by their covers can you? Now all that was left was readying everyone for the spell.

Remus hoped against hope that it would work.

The next day, he was with Dumbledore again. "Remus, classes have been put off until the spell is over. We need our rest. And energy."

"Yes, Albus."

"The Room of Requirement is ready. We have the black marble floor and the pentacle is already drawn in perfect proportions."

Remus absently nodded.

"We have candles laid out."

Again Remus nodded.

"Harry will hold the mirror. You will hold his robe, he will need one. Severus will hold the ring. And Minerva will hold the picture. Of course, Mrs. Malfoy will hold the locket."

The locket. Dead Tonks. Images flashed in Remus's mind as he nodded again.

"Are you alright?" Dumbledore asked, leaning over the desk to look at the werewolf.

"Yes, thank you, Albus." he replied and smiled weakly at him.

Harry was in Hogsmeade by himself. Ron had detention with Binns and Hermione was studying. He walked down the empty streets, every other student was sleeping as it was early, to the Three Broomsticks. He sat down and got himself a butterbeer. Things had really taken a turn for the worse for him since Sirius had died. And now he may be coming back. Harry felt strange. He leaned back and sipped his drink when Remus Lupin walked in. He looked different though. Harry couldn't put his finger on it... Hmmm. Then he walked right past him. "Didn't see me." Harry mumbled, "Hey, Remus!" he said, louder. The man turned around and it clicked. This man was younger and had no gray hairs.

"What did you call me?" he asked.

"Oh, I...um...I thought you were someone else..." Harry said but the stranger, who did look exactly like Remus, smiled.

"How do you know Remus? He's my twin. I'm Romulus Lupin. You are?" he asked and sat down.

"Harry Potter." he replied, waiting for Romulus's eyes to flick tot he scar and begin to ask him about his bouts of insanity but it didn't happen.

"Nice to meet you. So how do you know Remus?"

"You too. He's my proffesor at Hogwarts and my friend."

"Wow. I haven't seen him in a long time. How is he?"

"Well, he's really tired and stressed because of his lycanthropy and I think he's a bit depressed now..."

"Why?"

"Well, Tonks, our friend, died recently and my godfather, his best friend, just died last spring."

"Hmm. How do yuo feel about this Harry?"

"W-what?"

"How do you feel about? I'm a trained pschiatrist. You can tell me."

"I"m...uh..." Harry didn't know what to say. He was confused and remianed silent for a while.

"Tell you what. We'll talk later. I'd love to know more about you. And you can take me to Remus?" Romulus said.

Harry nodded and they made their way up to the castle.