A/N: So sorry if this chapter seems weird. Oh, and sorry to Jen for scaring you with the setting and all. Yes, I have nothing better to do with my poor, pitiful life. This chapter went by fast, so excuse me if it sucks.

Bloody Disclaimer: J.K.R. owns all HP related things, other people own variables of Claidi, blah blah blah.

"So I hope you have a good summer here at Maplewood."

Remus nodded to himself as Lee, the camp coordinator, finished speaking and everyone began to mill around and talk to friends from the past summer(s). He himself sat there at the picnic table, reviewing everything that they had gone over during the staff orientation that day. He had been assigned to work with the "The Wild Ones," a group of fifth grade boys. He had never worked with any children under the age of 11, so this would be an interesting experience for him.

"Excuse me, you said your name is John Seigal?"

Remus didn't acknowledge the question for a moment, until he realized that that was his cover, then he whipped around to face a beautiful woman. She had a heart shaped face with ivory skin and long, auburn hair that was loosely pulled back into an elastic at the base of her neck. She was wearing beige Capri's and teal, beaded thong sandals, which matched her blue-green camisole, which matched her eyes; she looked about 28 or 30.

Swallowing hard against the lump that had just recently formed in his throat, he stammered, "Y-yes, and you are?"

She smiled gorgeously and said in her light, flitty voice, "My name's Liza Jacobs. I'm the senior counselor for 'The Mermaids.'" Remus remembered quickly from one of the sheets that he had been given that the Mermaids were a group of third grade girls. "What exactly brought you to America?"

"What?" he asked frantically, suddenly in a panic that she knew what he was doing here. It was probably his racing hormones that had him so nervous. Why did this woman he just met moments ago affect him this way, especially when he still had feelings for Claidi?

Wait, still had feelings for Claidi? That made it sound like he had broken it off with her, which made no sense for two reasons: One, there was nothing between the to break off, and two, he knew unconsciously that he would never be able to break it off, because he cared for her too much. He was very confused by this, too confused, in fact.

She smiled warmly and elaborated, "Your accent is definitely U.K., so I was just wondering what made you come over here in the first place. You don't have to tell me if you don't want..." She looked slightly crest fallen.

"John" jumped into action, realizing his stupidity. "Oh, no, really, I'm just..." He quickly looked down at his watch after pressing the blue button, and continued, "...over here visiting a friend for the summer, then I'm going back to England to teach." The watch did its job well, and Remus was relieved.

She looked intrigued. "Oh, what do you teach?" Her voice was full of interest, and he found that he couldn't let her down.

"I–" he was cut off when he swore out of the corner of his eye he saw someone very familiar.

Too familiar.

"Excuse me," he hurriedly pardoned himself and hurried down and around the corner of the building, only to find a group of women deep in conversation, nearly every one of them holding a tomboyish figure. But the one who caught his eye was the one with silver hair.

She was dressed in worn out jeans which were torn at the knees and fringed at the bottoms. Her white shirt was a size too big, and had a hole in the chest, revealing her already noticeable gray sports bra. She wore a Patriots Super-bowl XXXVI Champions hat backwards, along with silver ray bans. Sneakers were strapped on her feet. Grease was smeared on her extremely fair skin here and there, as well as on her clothes. One spot in particular on her face, right under her left eye, which caught Remus' attention. It was located exactly where Claidi's feather-shaped scar was, and made her remind him even more of that woman.

When he looked more closely at her, he realized that she was staring back at him. It seemed as if she knew him. He continued to watch her for a few minutes more, just enough to catch her mouth, "Follow me." She turned around and walked with her back to him towards the parking lot/soccer field, and he noticed that people had already begun to leave. She made what seemed like an unconscious gesture, but he recognized that it was purposeful, because the back of her shirt lifted to show a bit of her wand which was stuck in her back pocket. He followed in suit immediately after that.

He pulled out the keys to a car the American Congress of Enchantment had given him to use, a blue Ford Taurus. He looked up as he opened to door to get in and saw that the woman had taken off her hat and had put on a motorcycle helmet. She too pulled out her keys, and turned on her motor cycle. He pulled out of the lot after her and up the access road to Foundry St. He followed her on the right side of the road, which seemed so foreign and strange to him, even though he had only driven a car several times in his life.

Six miles and three turns later, he found himself parking in a deserted field near a farm house in borderland state park. The woman had drove in a circle to come up behind him, so that when he got out of the car, she had already put her hat back on and twisted his arm behind his back and made him realize his stupidity in following her.

He really had no idea where his head had been, but right now that was the least of his worries as she held her wand to his back and directed him forward into the woods. After they were deep enough in, she let go of the grasp she had on him with one hand and lifted it to her face. Turning his head, Remus saw her swiping her thumb over the smear of grease under her left eye.

His eyes widened as she revealed a scar; a feather-shaped scar.

A/N: Ok, so that last line didn't come out like I hoped it would have. If you figure out another way to put it, please tell me. :P

Oh, and thanks to Amanda S. for editing up to "He followed in suit immediately after that." You rock. Too bad I might not take you to the Avril concert! :P Hehe, I'm very evily!!!!!!!

The next chapter, I have a feeling, will suck on ice, so sorry.

Also, thanks Jackie for saying the prologue was good. ((...of course it might have been because you might have been a little punchy, being up at 6am and all...))

P.S.

If you think of any good chapter titles, tell me please! For now I'll just go with "Chapter 1" and "Chapter 2" and so one and blah blah blah!