Disclaimer: Bribing the guards has not been going well, so I shall not be going to the room of time anytime soon to fix my now apparent mistake. I never should have trusted UPS. So, for the meantime J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter and all the other stuff. Sigh.

Author Notes: This is an Alternate Universe Fic. Lily, James, and Sirius live. However, whether or not they will show up I do not know. Voldemort never attacked the Potters he attacked the Longbottoms (this is why Lily and James live) and this story takes place sometime in the thirteen years that Voldemort is gone. A sort of WW2 type of thing is going on. If a Squib child wants to be a fully fledged member of society they must receive a ministry approved education.(In other words they are isolated and given third rate education) Squibs have to wear a red S on at least one article of clothing that they are currently wearing to alert the public to their condition, as do werewolves (although it is a W and not an S)

The current regime is made up of Umbridge like people who believe strongly in pureblood superiority and are on the verge of legalizing the killing of werewolves, vampires, squibs, and muggles. This goverement was not around when Remus went to school. It is a recent one.

Remus:

He walked up to the door. A hand grabbed the "Help Wanted" sign off the door. He glanced down and sighed at the big red W sewn onto the new jacket (that Lily and James had given him on his birthday) before continuing walking down the streets of the wizarding village. (that is not Hogsmeade) That was when the rock hit him in the back of the head bringing him to his knees. A bystander's wand went to his throat and he found himself shaking.

"Clear off", the wand-owner said

"-get outta here beast"

More wands went on him. One person grabbed his right arm, another his left, and one person took both his legs. They took him to the edge of the village-that-shall-not-be-named and swung him by arms and legs to the right. As he came to the left in the same arc, they released him. He flew through the air, and sprained his wrist as he rolled on impact

"And don't you come back neither"

That, his first, had been the least violent of them all. His latest escapade, however, had been the worst. Hoping and praying, that the bloodthirsty mob had disbanded he looked up at the school the ministry had told him about. (normally the ministry does this hoping that the undesirables will kill each other.) The school, was a true testiment as to how well the ministry felt about it's non-magic citizens. Several windows were broken with newspaper spellotaped to them in an attempt at repairs. It was small, with only one story, but, thought a trying-to-be-optimistic Remus, plenty of yard space.

It was easy to find the headmasters office. All you had to do was go straight across the(as small as a rectangular padded cell) hall. House Layout: Straight across the hall is the headmaster's office: on the right of the headmaster's office is the girl's bathroom, two classrooms, and the girls dorm: on the left of the headmasters office is the boy's bathroom, two classrooms, and the boys dorm: next to the front door are some stairs leading down to the kitchen/dining room: the teachers sleep in their classrooms

"Ah, Mr. Lupine", said the headmaster glancing nervously at the W.

"Lupin sir."

"Pardon?"

"Remus Lupin at your service sir.", he held out a hand which a reluctant Headmaster shook.

"Might I ask what safety precautions you are going to take?"

"I have a two month supply of Wolfsbane"

"And when that runs out?"

"I shall, of course, restock"

"Due to budget costs we can only provide room and board so you would not be able to afford to restock"

"My family sends it to me"

"Might this affect your teaching", the headmaster asked him hopefully.

It shouldn't. I should be fully capable." (For Remus's jobs sake he shall have to teach whether capable or not.)

"You should?"

"I will"

"Alright", defeated voice," here", the headmaster hand him a piece of parchment, quill, and a couple strips of spellotape," Write your name and subject on the paper. Then tape it to the door"

"Which-"

"The only one left"

"When is my class?"

"Two minutes"

Author notes: Thanks to my muse for helping me write a story that is semi non-depressing. Please Review. Flame me all you want! I can take it!