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DragonPrincessNikki: That's a good thing you recognized Dolohov. That means you were paying attention while reading OotP. He was one of the Death eaters in the Dep. Of Mysteries at the end.

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Disclaimer: Rowling, don't hurt me. Fanfiction is not a crime. AND IF YOU DECIDE TO KILL LUPIN IN BOOK SIX OR SEVEN. . . *face turns purple* Luv ya, JK!

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N.E.W.T.'s were hanging over the students like a storm cloud. Some tried to make a joke of it, saying it stood for "Never Ever Wake a Teacher" or "Nobody Ever Wanted This".

Some however (namely Remus) saw it for what it was - the ultimate test from hell.

James and Sirius often would creep up on him in the library, constantly reminding him that he was spending more time reading than breathing. The truth was, Remus had taken on the impossible task of re-learning seven years of Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, Arithmancy and Potions all in one week.

It wasn't surprising that James and Sirius didn't study at all (perfectly confident that they didn't need to) and had taken to putting Adhesive Charms to the pages of his books. This had gotten them a nasty set of detentions from Madame Pince, seeing as the books where in fact the library's and not Remus's.

"I don't know why I put up with you two," Remus said irritably, his hair out of place and his eyes heavy with sleep deprivation.

Sirius looked shocked, "I thought that would have been obvious," he said.

James smiled cheerily. "Because we're so loveable."

Graduation was especially amusing with all the Slytherins walking into the Great Hall with curly hair. This was due to the Curling Cupcakes James had invented, and snuck into the Slytherin common room. Sirius had caught Snape in a duel, and Snivellus had definitely come off worse (having no eyebrows and a nose resembling that of an elephant's.)

Remus (after finishing his N.E.W.T's and loosening up a bit, thanks to Padfoot slipping Ogden's Old Firewhiskey into his drink) had somehow found a way to charm the suits of armor to walk on their own and wreak havoc in the classrooms - therefore resulting in the absence of lessons on the last day of school.

Peter didn't seem to be up to causing mayhem at all.

Dumbledore was cheerful, but nevertheless gave words of wisdom for the seventh years to be wary of the evil that lurked outside of the school walls.

Today was the last day of living at Hogwarts. The last day of pranks. The last day of teachers eyeing you like hawks. The last day of Filch eagerly throwing out detentions every which way.

As of tomorrow, the protection would be lifted.

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Remus stepped off the train at King's Cross station with an air of determination and confusion.

*What in the world am I doing?* he asked himself.

"Oi! Rebecca!" he called out suddenly - surprising even himself. *So THAT'S who I'm looking for, eh?*

She turned around and stopped, her silky brown hair falling across her shoulder. When she saw it was Remus who had called out, she looked a bit startled and she smiled slightly.

"You called?" she replied brightly, while stepping forward.

Remus opened his mouth as if to say something, but then suddenly remembered he had no idea what he was doing. Why *had* he called her back?

Because she was leaving? Because he might not see her again? He shook his head - of course he would see her. such a melodramatic thing to think. Stupid, Moony, stupid.

Rebecca cocked her head to the side, her eyes twinkling with curiosity, causing Remus to stop mentally insulting himself. He wished he would just say what he wanted to say. Or, even better, he wished she would say something instead.

Eventually, she did, but it didn't help much. "Are you okay?" she asked, noticing the deer-in-headlights look etched into his face. He nodded quickly.

As he looked back into her chocolate brown eyes, he finally realized what he wanted. His heart sped up as he tentatively reached a hand out toward hers. How could Prongs and Padfoot speak of girls so lightly? It was torture. He felt as if he would die if he didn't kiss her, she was so close.

Lucius, the prat, had to walk over like the king of the world and grab her by the shoulder. She turned around, her eyes narrowed, but Lucius only extended his arm around her shoulder.

Rebecca shifted her shoulders uncomfortably - trying to break free.

He gave a quick glance to Remus, a look almost full of pity. "I'm sorry, were you talking to her?" he asked sympathetically. "Because I'm quite sure she didn't want to listen."

If only it were the full moon, Remus could rip him apart. At the moment, that was his intention. Without a second thought as to what he was doing, he brought back his fist and slammed it against the side of Malfoy's jaw.

"Oy!" he heard someone call out. It was probably James.

But before he could deliver the second blow, a fist came slamming into the side of his head from the right. He turned groggily to see Severus Snape, fuming.

It must have been James who had called out, because moments later, he was there to punch Snape in the stomach. This gave time for Lucius to recover and fight back against Remus. Sirius finally came in to keep Malfoy off of him - causing onlookers (both muggle and magical) to step back.

Remus was barely aware of someone pulling him back, but when he did, he turned around to see it was a muggle policeman. He laughed nervously, aware that his lip was bleeding. He also noticed that the fight had doubled in numbers.

Gideon, Fabian and Edgar had joined at some point, and Dolohov and Regulus were sporting nosebleeds as well. Sirius moved out of the way as his mother came running up to grab Regulus away from the scene.

She shot a nasty look at Sirius and muttered, "Filthy scum, dragging my son into it." She seemed completely ignorant of the fact that Sirius was her son as well.

Somehow (probably a well-hidden memory charm from James) the guard let the lot of them off, murmuring something that sounded like "Merry Christmas" as he walked away back to his post.

Remus looked around expectantly, but by now, Rebecca was already gone.

He groaned as he contemplated how he had made a complete mess of things that were once incredibly simple.

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AN: Ok, ok. I know Remus was I N C R E D I B L Y out of character here. he would never start a fight. But I just L O V E writing about fights. They make the story interesting. Hope it wasn't *that* off.

Was it?