A/N: First, I'd like to thank Teen Typist, Versipellis, Carrie Liszka, and Gundamwinggirl for reviewing my story! Second, I will try very hard to update this as much as possible, but it will be hard to do along with my other fic, (which I order you to read as well, cough!)

Chapter Two

Harry Potter sat in his room at Grimmauld Place gazing out the window at the full moon. Today his friend, Remus Lupin, would transform for another couple days into a werewolf. He will be alone in the basement of Grimmauld Place, unheard by anyone, for Dumbledore put a Silencing Charm on the room. No one will hear his screams of pain, his howls of loneliness. He hated to see Remus suffer so much all the time. He had watched Sirius suffer too, and now he couldn't bear seeing the last true Marauder like that too.

He was afraid for him too. The Order was now the dedication of his life, since leaving Hogwarts in his Third Year, he had wandered around jobless. He was in more danger now because the Control of Magical Creatures now was cracking down on werewolves. They imposed a new law that there would be a yearly 'extermination' of supposed dangerous werewolves in Great Britain. Cornelius Fudge himself approved of it. Disgusting prat, Harry mumbled angrily to himself. Werewolves, he discovered, had to be recorded in a registry, and at random names were picked every year for people to be exterminated, in theory, arrested and imprisoned in a werewolf research lab or were executed without a trial. Everyone at the Order, including Harry and his friends were deeply scared for Lupin, but he somehow managed to shake it off in false happy moods.

Sick of staring at the full moon, Harry looked at his clock: 12:30am. He climbed off his window seat and stepped carefully through his room, having memorized the places where the boards creaked. He opened his door and slipped out and went downstairs.

Remus sat curled up in his werewolf form, waiting for the moon phase to pass. He really wasn't capable of conscious thinking in his werewolf form, but he could always remember what he saw and did during his transformation. There was a hidden window in the basement that allowed his to look outside, but for no one to see inside. The werewolf spotted something outside, ears perked; he crawled over to bring his wolf head closer to the window. A dark shape was creeping around out there, he could smell it and see it, moving around silently. Its smell seemed vaguely familiar to the werewolf, but he was not sure how. The shape now came into full view. It was a four-legged creature of some kind, and now he realized it turned to look almost directly at him. It seemed impossible, for the window was supposed to be unnoticeable. Suddenly the creature bounded off, and for a mere second the werewolf had the desire to follow it, thinking it to be one of his kind.

It was gone. The lonely werewolf dejectedly lumbered back to his pathetic and torn pile of rags and blankets to curl up and fall into a troubled sleep, his longing for company even stronger than ever before.

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Dumbledore always got these feelings that something was going to happen or that someone was doing something; he felt it now. He rose out of bed, he had been staying the past week at Grimmauld Place, and walked out into the dark hallway, his wand aglow to illuminate the blackness. As he walked down the stairs he heard someone open the front door and close it. They began to pad quietly towards the kitchen and dining room. Dumbledore moved his glowing wand closer and Harry Potter stood frozen in place in front of him.

"Harry, why are you creeping around at this time of night?" Dumbledore said sternly.

"I, uh, needed to have a snack," Harry mumbled.

"Ah, I see. And does that require leaving the Grimmauld Place in the dead of night?" Harry stiffened.

"No sir."

"Harry, these are dangerous times. Voldemort would kill you if someone among his allies saw you creeping around alone and unprotected."

"I am not creeping around, and I can defend myself against him, as I will remind I have done over six times!" Harry shot back defensively.

"No need to snap at an old man who is just concerned for your safety and well-being. I am not the only one who has caught you out of bed at late hours. You're lucky Remus has not found out, he'd be furious at you for putting yourself in such dangerous situations!"

"You don't understand! I want to help Remus!" Harry said loudly, not caring if he woke the entire house up. "This is basically my house anyway, so I can move about in it as I please!"

"Yes you can, theoretically, Harry, but you do have some limitations that the Order must enforce when we still occupy and use this house as our headquarters. And since you are still a minor, legal ownership is out of the question. So off you go to bed, Harry, and I presume I will not catch you out of bed again, do I make myself clear?" His tone was stern, but his eyes twinkled in laughter that annoyed Harry.

"Yes Professor Dumbledore," Harry said tiredly, annoyed that everyone kept reprimanding him like he was a four-year-old. He stomped past Hogwart's Headmaster and walked back into his room. He smiled. Ron was still sleeping; he can sleep through anything. Harry climbed back into bed, and eventually his eyes finally closed and he dreamed about the moon and the werewolf trapped in the basement.

A/N: A little bit longer chapter, hope you like it! Review please!