A/n- Yeah... I doubt you care for my notes. On to the fic!

Note- This is a double post, because these two chapters go together. So instead of one massivly long and confusing ramble, I split it into these. Enjoy.





Seeing Grey - Part LXVII - Somewhere I Belong




Summer's going to be over soon. James muttered, staring up at the ceiling above. The Marauders lay in James' favourite room, a Muggle style lounge with a television set in the center, somewhat forming a circle with their heads in the center.

Don't remind me. Peter moaned, rolling over on his stomach and biting his lip. We'll be starting seventh year, you know.

Holy Christ. Sirius snapped, his own dark eyes going wide. This is... Our last year together.

I know what we need to do. Remus said with a grin. We need to go out with a bang.

James and Sirius glanced at each other, and burst into identical smiles that only began to inform Remus of the mischief they would plot.

This is going to take some time. James explained. We have to plan it carefully, and make sure everything is perfect. This year has to be perfect.

Perfectly chaotic. Sirius corrected, nodding to himself.

That still doesn't solve the problem about summer almost being gone. Peter reminded. We can't sit around for another three weeks and do nothing.

Care to place a few Galleons on that? Sirius asked with a smirk.

We should go on a trip or something. James suggested, sitting up and resting cross-legged.

The trio eagerly made suggestions, eagerly declined such suggestions, and eagerly thwarted Peter every time he made a suggestion.

Remus dozed off, half awake for the next few minutes. Various memories relayed in his mind, taunting him for some time until one of James' old-fashioned phones rang.

Who knows his number besides us? Peter asked quietly.

Er, Moony... It's for you. James said, standing perplexed with the receiver in his hand.

With a shrug, Remus hurried over, and muttered a .

I need you to run an errand for me.

For the love of God Caleb, it's three in the morning. And I'm on vacation, remember? I told you I don't want to be running around the Ministry for a while y-

Too bad. he interrupted sharply. It wont take long, I swear. One of the elders around here found a potentially nasty problem that needs taken care of immediately.

Remus sighed, and rolled his eyes slightly. What do I have to do?

There's a girl near an orphanage on the west shore. She's a stray werewolf that I've been tracking for ages, all over the damn place. I need you to get her, and bring her back to the Underground right away.

What's the address?

Grab the phone when it rings next, I'll set up a psuedo-Portkey. It'll take you right to the girl. Caleb informed.

Pseudo? It's safe, right?

You're looking for a scrawny girl, about your age, brown hair. Caleb said without answering the question. There was a short pause, then Remus finally accepted.

Alright. And you owe me for this.

Sure kid. he laughed, hanging up his end with a soft click. Remus set the receiver back on its hook, and looked back to his inquiring friends.

Er, I have to go run an errand, I wont be back for a day or so. he said.

Aw, come on Moony, you told us you were going to take a break from work!

You're always busy. Sirius groaned.

Can't be helped... Remus said, interrupted as the phone rang sharply behind him. With an awkward wave, he closed his eyes and answered the phone.

A second later, the receiver clattered to the floor, emitting a soft dial tone.

James muttered. I wish he wasn't so complicated.




Remus landed with an unsteady crash, slamming against a wall as he fought to catch his balance and breath.

...Really need to practice that. he told himself, hand outstretched, clutching for something to support his shifty weight. He found contact with a person, and finally got his footing.

he started apologetically, but he was shove to the ground.

Stay away! the girl shrieked, running unimaginably fast through a creaky door.

Ah yes, that would be my general response with women. Remus told himself.

A second later, Remus blinked, and silently cursed himself.

That might've been the girl... Smelled like it. he said aloud, sniggering at how stupid the notion sounded.

Sighing, he brushed himself off, and darted off after his mission.



Hey, wait a second.

Get away from me! the girl shouted back, desperately sprinting through the narrow maze of alleyways. Leave me along, please!

Remus sprinted forward, almost out of energy to keep up. He reached out, but instead of grabbing her shoulder as intended, he lost his footing and forced her to the ground under his weight.

GET OFF ME! she bellowed, furiously trying to shove him away. She succeeded in scratching a gash in Remus' face, allowing her a brief moment of release.

Hold on, I'm trying to help. Remus explained through a grimace, managing to grab ahold of her filthy coat and pull her back down.

I'm like you. he barked, hoping to ease her mind.

He failed.

In a frightened panic, she scurried back against the outer wall of some store, and stared wide-eyed.

H-How... I h-heard...

So it is you. he mumbled to himself, relieved to have found the elusive werewolf.

Are you with Nick? she asked sharply, her voice quavering angrily.



I swear to God, if you move any closer! she shrieked, reaching for a pocket.

To show his good intentions, Remus put his hands up, and backed away, kneeling down on the ground.

I think you have me mistaken for someone else.

Why are you chasing me? she asked, producing a very intimidating blade.

You're a werewolf, are you not?

Something in her eyes flared, and she inched backwards again. If Nick sent you-

I don't know who you're talking about. Remus interrupted calmly. He had to be calm. It was in the wolf's nature to meet hostility with the same, an instinct he had to fight back.

My name is Remus Lupin, and I'm very sorry if I scared you. My friend has been tracking you for some time, we're trying to help you. he said quickly, making sure to keep his eyes from lingering to the knife. We have a sanctuary overseas, I want you to come there.

How am I supposed to know you're not trying to kill me? she asked through gritted teeth. Her face, though hard to distinguish underneath dirt and scar, had turned a flush-pale. The most startled grey eyes Remus had ever seen stared back into his own, momentarily unnerving him.

You'll just have to trust me. he finally said.

Frowning, the girl sheathed her blade and stood up.

If this is a trick, don't expect to live very long.

Remus nodded, not thinking for a second she was making an empty threat.



Um, this may sound funny, but are you a witch, by any chance?

I'm not a Muggle. the girl said as if insulted. I may not have had proper training or own a wand, but I'm no Muggle.

he said hastily. Everything he said, even simple attempts at conversation, were returned with sharp remarks and blank expressions, if she even chose to reply at all.

Remus pulled out his wand, and muttered a spell that James had taught him the previous year. The phone booth he was inside flashed momentarily, and the phone rang once.

Found her. he said simply.

Alright, I can set up transportation tomorrow morning, in Liverpool-

Caleb, I'm nowhere near Liverpool! he interrupted.

Well, get there. It's the only overseas port I can open without detection, so deal with it. That last oen I tried raised a huge hazard, and I'm not risking it again.

Remus rolled his eyes, and didn't bother arguing any further.

There's a broken water fountain in a park near an old pub, Hamricks. Touch it at nine o' clock sharp.

The other line died out.

We have a bit of a hike, I'm afraid. Remus informed.

She said nothing, not even nodding to acknowledge his words.

Do you need to get anything?

Let's just go, quickly. she muttered, not letting her eyes meet his own.




I didn't know places like this still existed. the girl said in awe, staring out at the still pond.

If you know where to look-

I wasn't talking to you. she snapped, though not breaking her gaze from the beautiful sight.

We'll camp here, then. he grumbled.

Six hours of walking, running and climbing with the girl has caused him nothing short of a massive headache. Thankfully, he set his satchel down and wiped a bit of dirt from off his brow.

Stupid premenstrual prat. he cursed under his breath, quietly enough so her untuned canine abilities wouldn't pick his words out from the night sounds. Why she's like this, God knows.

He watched her for sometime, finding nothing else to do but follow her as she paced around the small lake, staring at the reflection of the sky above. The moon was nearing full, something he had forgotten to take notice to lately.

You know, it's probably slippery. You shouldn't walk to close to the edge.

She ignored him, as he had expected. At least his conscience was now at rest.

No sooner had he turned away to find his blanket did she let out a piercing shriek.

Smiling, Remus went to help her from the depths of the water.

I told you it would be slippery. It rained not too long ago. he said, crouching a safe distance from the muddy bank. You should get out, you'll catch cold.

Splashing furiously, the girl's head fell underwater.

Er,... Girl? Hey, can you sw- Bloody hell. Remus cursed, flicking off his overclothes before he dove in.

Immediately, he was seized by the unusual iciness of the water, and the sheer depth of what looked to be a simple overrun pond.

He surfaced once for a breath, and let instinct take over.


Stupid girl, stupid. Bloody. Girl... he muttered angrily, struggling to get her ashore, never mind himself. After three futile attempts, he dug his hand into the mud, found a tree root, and used it to his advantage.

Still fighting for a proper breath of air, he turned her over, and swallowed.



Yes, Caleb would have his head. He didn't lose the girl to Ministry capture, or anything logical. No, he would have a fun time explaining that she had drowned in a pond.

Fantastic.

Not knowing what to do, as he didn't know any sort of lifesaving techniques that would be terribly handy at the moment, he tilted her over on her side.

he muttered again, leaning over her. His own heart was racing and threatening to stop on its own.

Her eyes opened, and instead of doing anything normal, she shoved him away as best she could.

Get away! she sputtered, spitting a lungfull of water out painfully. What the hell were you trying to do?

Bloody hell woman, what were you doing? Can't you swim? Jesus Christ, I thought you were dead!

She turned away, and called him something extremely rude with the addition of a complimenting gesture.

Be quiet, I'm not helping her anymore.' he told his conscience, wishing it would shut up. In the end it won, taunting him enough until he tossed his cloak around her shoulders.

Shut up and just take it. he interrupted before she could protest. It's already cold out here, and with you wet, it wont get better. Just take it.

He walked away, and determined not to think about her, he started to unfold his Whiz-O-Fold travel bed that always remained in his satchel for such occasions.



A while later, she sat silent in front of a small fire Remus had started, clutching his cloak around herself and fighting for warmth.

Do you want-

He made the mistake of tapping her shoulder, only resulting in her jumping away.

Can you please not reach for your knife every time I come near you? Remus groaned. I'm not out for your head, regardless of what you may think.

she said, shivering so violently she couldn't complete her sentence.

Remus rolled his eyes, and wandered back to the edge of the lake to find his shoes and shirt.

What's she complaining about? I'm the one that has to put up with her. he mumbled, peeling off his soaked socks and donning his shoes once more. His shirt had gotten slightly wet in his scramble to get back on land, so he wrung it out best he could.

Stupid girl, God knows what her problem is. I'll be damned if I'm still in one piece by the time we get to Liverpool. he told himself, slipping his arms into the shirt.

Back at the makeshift camp, he noticed she was shivering again, even under the protection of his blanket she had quickly taken.

No, no no no. he grumbled, cursing himself for caring too much. Hanging his head sadly, he slipped out of the shirt he had intended to sleep in, and carried it back to camp as if it were a block of lead.



She has my shirt, my cloak, my blanket, and my pants. This is wonderful! I'm going to die from pneumonia at this rate... Remus snapped to himself, rubbing his hands in front of the fire. That damn girl is not getting my shoes, no way in hell. he told his conscience.

Without warning, the boxer-clad werewolf was suddenly deprived of vision.

Warm and toasty? he asked sarcastically, wrapping himself in the returned blanket with an angry frown.

The girl returned the sarcastic look, and joined him opposite the fire.

Oh, sorry. Was my bed too uncomfortable for you? he questioned.

It's too cold to sleep. she said with equal satire. After a long moment, she took in a deep breath.

Caught off-guard, Remus didn't answer right away.

Er, it's... He wanted to say nothing, but he also didn't want to lie. Instead, he changed the topic. What's your name? You never told me.

Never asked. she snapped again, shaking her head afterwards. He could tell she was making a genuine effort to be somewhat civil to him.



That's an odd name. he said offhand.

What of it?

I didn't mean it offensively. I've just never heard the name before. Remus explained, looking into the dancing flames. It was safer than making eye contact with the girl.

Why are you helping me? Rhint asked suddenly, trying to tighten the massive cloak around herself.

Because that's what I do. Waste my vacations and help people who are supremely ungrateful. he answered, wondering if she would even recognize the malice.

I... I'm not a trusting person. she started, fidgeting. Too many bad things have happened to me, with people. I have a hard time trusting anyone to be nice.

Alright, I can understand that much. he said with a simple shrug. Can we call a truce? I'm too freezing to be a jerk any longer.

For the first time, she smiled slightly, and nodded.

Neither said anything for the duration of their sitting. Remus was busy contemplating the whereabouts of his brother, is condition, and why he was dragged into so many horrible situations.

For a brief moment, both were wondering what exactly God had against them.






A/n- Oh my God... That is the closest thing to romance ANYONE will ever get out of me. Christ, don't even ask how long it took me to do this. All you people complaining about the lack of females in Remus' life can just shut up and go to hell now, alright? Uhg. never make me do something like that again...

Yes, Rhint is a new girl'. No I am not going to have this instant love shick that goe around, nor is SG going to become a romance. She is simply going to become another member of the Underground and another hassle for Remmie-kun.

A very disgruntled Iggie




All of you lot complaining that I don't give him any happy chapters can now die happy. Thank you. :: sticks out tongue mockingly ::




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