AN: Ooooh, this is my favorite. Thanks for the reviews!!

Disclaimer: I do not take credit for these characters. I can't help it if James has glasses, and Remus is a werewolf. It wasn't my idea! Except maybe this chapter. Yeah, that's mine.

Hehe, I wrote this chapter at Halloween. How weird is that?

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Halloween was really a bit of a joke in the wizarding community. The idea of muggles dressing up as witches and wizards without the slightest clue as to how stupid they really looked was almost a form of entertainment, even if it only happened once a year.

"Let's see," James said with a smirk. "I'll go as wizard,"

"Hey, I was going as a wizard!" Sirius exclaimed, with mock offense.

"Let me guess," Remus said finally. "I'll be the werewolf?"

James stopped his joking and turned to his friend. "It isn't a full moon, is it?" he asked, nervously glancing out at the darkening sky.

Remus shook his head, his eyes closed - a wave of dark memories crept into his mind involuntarily.

Sirius frowned. "Ah, that would've been fun, eh? Going around, scaring the muggles?" he said, trying to cheer Remus up.

"Maybe for you," Remus muttered darkly.

Sirius turned his head, pretending to be interested in something outside the window.

James jumped in to break the tension. "So, er, where are we going? I mean, we can't just waste a whole Halloween night without at least a bit of mayhem."

Sirius gave an odd sort of half grin, "Well, most people are going to Hogsmeade, you know, the graduates?"

"And?" Remus prodded lazily.

"And," Sirius continued with a grin, "I thought, being so close to the school, we should pay the students a little visit."

Remus shook his head disapprovingly, but with a grin matching Sirius's. "We'd get in loads of trouble for that," he said teasingly.

James grinned as well, inclining his head. "Yes, but even if we go on school grounds, Filch can't do so much as shake his walking stick at us. And seeing as we aren't even students, we're certainly not landing in detention with McGonagall."

Remus gave up his disapproving look, letting the smile spread to his eyes. "And who ever heard of being sent to Azkaban for a little prank?"

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"What is it, Becca?" Lily asked, bringing out her wand to pack her things. Since marrying James, she would be moving out of the flat she and Rebecca shared, and into the Potter House.

"A note," Becca answered, giving the owl a knut and opening the note.

"What's it say?" Lily asked, quickly losing interest in her packing.

She watched Becca's face light up as she read the note. Lily gave her a questioning look, and Becca only smiled all the more.

"Remus wants to meet me in Hogsmeade."

Lily smiled slightly, "I thought we were all going to Hogsmeade."

Becca shook her head, looking back down at the note. "Yes, but this says behind the Shrieking Shack at nine thirty."

Lily frowned. "Wonder what he wants?" she said distantly, looking at the note herself.

Becca's heart fluttered and her stomach flopped. She thought of his calm face and his sandy hair and his lilting smile that made his eyes dance. Remus wanted to talk to her? Whatever it was, she couldn't help but grin.

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"Padfoot, this is stupid," James said as he watched Sirius fiddle with the parts of his motorbike. It seemed to have stalled or something, and none of them knew any muggle mechanics, or even knew what a muggle mechanic was.

"The flying charm still works, I know that, it's just this - thing!" Sirius kicked the motorbike in frustration.

"What thing?" Remus asked.

Sirius looked exasperated. He was hoping *someone* would know what he was talking about. "You know, the thing that makes the whirring sound when you turn it on."

James exhaled loudly. "Come on, we didn't learn to Apparate for nothing."

Sirius was shaking his head, still pushing what he thought were buttons, only wishing he had the slightest clue as to what he was doing.

Remus was straining his face to keep from smiling. "It's no use," he said, trying to sound grave.

"Where's Peter?" James asked Remus after giving up on Sirius.

Remus shrugged. "He said he'd meet us there."

James narrowed his eyes at the ground. "I'm telling you, there's something odd about him."

Sirius called over his shoulder, "Blimey, you're not still on about old Wormtail, are you?"

James shrugged.

"We're leaving," Remus said finally.

James smirked. "All right, Padfoot, we'll just terrorize the children without you."

Remus frowned with concern. "We aren't going to scare them *that* bad, are we?"

James shook his head, gave a hopeless look to Sirius, and Disapparated. Remus followed suit.

And, much to their amusement, it wasn't long at all before Sirius Apparated behind them, looking crestfallen.

They walked around Hogsmeade greeting old students and grabbing a few butterbeers, but still saw no sign of Peter. Finally, the three of them caught up with Lily and Dorcas.

James and Lily immediately latched onto each other, beaming brightly - as they always did.

Remus looked around them and frowned. "Where's Becca?" he asked distractedly.

"Oh, hello to you too, Remus," Dorcas said sarcastically. "I'm doing okay, thanks for asking."

"Hello Dorcas. How are you doing?" Sirius said loudly, and Dorcas gave him a broad smile. Remus gave him a withering look.

Lily, however, looked completely baffled. "Becca? I - I thought she was with you."

Remus was slightly taken aback. "With me?"

Lily nodded slowly, but uncertainly. "Yeah, you sent her a note."

"Did I?"

"Did you?"

Remus shook his head, his eyes widening.

Lily glanced at James's wristwatch and saw that it was nine forty five. Her tell-tale hand flew to her mouth.

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*A respectable pureblood marriage.*

Rebecca's thoughts were swimming with the thought of Remus. His voice, his hair, his smile, his hands. Her heart sped up.

She closed her eyes, and let the wind brush across her face - feeling as if she were soaring.

But somehow, to her dismay, Lucius seemed to be creeping into her mind as well. She quickened her pace up the hill and around the winding path that led to the outskirts of the village of Hogsmeade.

How could she think of Lucius at a time like this? The stupid git didn't deserve any thought.

Nevertheless, after a few minutes she started to get the feeling that her Sight was warning her of something.

*Pureblood.*

The word pierced her thoughts bitterly with the image of a sneering smile. She rubbed her eyes hard to rid herself of the fear that was clutching her heart.

Nothing was wrong. Remus was here, just around the corner.

*Pureblood.* It was a taunting call.

She shook her head, and a small smile spread tentatively across her face as the Shrieking Shack came into view over the hill. Remus was there, waiting for her.

It was dark and the shack was casting shadows on itself, but at the same time it was oddly inviting. A chill ran through her as she passed by the door, which was obscured by claw marks. How many full moons had Remus spent here?

She passed by the house, and around to the back - lost in her curiosity and anticipation that, at first, her mind didn't register the sight before her for what it was.

Her smile faltered when her gaze was met by none other than Lucius Malfoy's. Rebecca's eyes darted downwards to where Lucius's hand was gripping his wand tightly, but confidently. His arm was outstretched, and the wand was pointing straight toward Rebecca's heart.

She became suddenly aware that her wand was in her pocket, and she was grateful for it. She brought it out at break-neck speed, as if she had been expecting this to happen - even though she hadn't.

Lucius stepped forward, and Rebecca took a clumsy step back.

"Don't move," he said ominously, but Rebecca, blinded by panic, continued to stumble backwards until Lucius whispered the words that made her stop in her tracks.

"Imperio."

The spell struck her as if it were a rushing wind. All worries, all thoughts - lifted. She felt perfectly content and droopy as the ability of controlling her actions was taken from her.

*Don't move.* His mouth hadn't opened, but Rebecca could hear his voice echoing through the empty chambers of her mind. She obeyed, perfectly comfortable with where she was standing.

*Drop your wand,* the voice demanded, and Lucius gave her a meaningful look when she hesitated.

*No,* she thought. There must have been an important reason why she had her wand out in front of her. She needed it. Something was threatening her. She needed to protect herself.

*Drop your wand,* the voice persisted. It felt right, almost natural to obey. It was the easiest thing to do, even if she hadn't the slightest clue what she was getting into.

Her wand clattered to the ground, but she didn't notice as the voice entered her thoughts again, telling her to follow. . .

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AN: Please don't pelt me with cudgels, okay? I had to do it.