((A/N: Okay, I am so sorry about taking so long to get this chapter out. I didn't take people seriously when they said I'd be getting bogged down with papers and homework when I got to college. As of the moment, I still have 6 papers due within the next three weeks so don't expect anything too soon. :( Unfortunately, I have also been sick since it's the classic time of year to be getting colds/flu around the area with the rapid weather changes.

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Mirai Diavolo To answer your question, when someone becomes depressed, their mannerisms do change. This I can answer from personal experience. When I was a kid, I'd state my mind at any time, pretty much didn't care what people thought. Then once I became depressed, I was very quiet, wouldn't say anything and let people walk all over me. Harry is depressed over the thought of what happened and is taking it hard. He'll be back to his happy self sooner or later. Most people usually get there if they have help, and he'll have plenty of it. ;)

maya100 Hehe, I was having fun trying to figure out what to do with the little prick and that suddenly came to mind. And he acts rather like a bastard in this chapter.

DARKMARK33LV Heheh, no I ain't going to tell you what Remus did to Snape if you didn't understand it. As to Silas/Snape, I'm hoping to at least get them to come to a truce, especially with how I have this planned out. Remus/Severus, well, that's up to you guys.

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Silas was already not happy that morning; it was time to go back to school where he'd literally have to start all over, although, at least Sirius and hopefully Hermione would be talking to him. Although, he still hadn't talked to her since the accident and was doubtful she'd want to be with someone like him.

He couldn't deny liking the fact that he was being taken to the station by a parent for a change, even if said parent was being forced to ride in the compartment with him. Albus had stopped by at one point to make it clear that neither Sirius nor Silas were to be left alone on the train, especially with Malfoy and his cronies running around. He chose the last compartment so that very few people would find him besides his friends. At the moment, he still wasn't sure what had happened to Ron, and that made him nervous.

A few minutes later Hermione came walking in, closely followed by the Harry clone, Sirius.

"Silas!" Hermione cried, running over and enveloping him in a big hug, followed by his godfather. This made Remus breath easily knowing that those two were fine with his son, and that Sirius could easily dislodge Ron if there was a problem.

"Hey 'mione, Si-Harry," Silas corrected himself, knowing a slip up like that where people were could be deadly. He was eternally grateful for Hermione even associating with him and didn't want to let her go. Unfortunately, the train started with a lurch, sending him backwards into the seat. Ginny wandered in a few minutes later and smiled to the group.

"Hey Ginny," he muttered, thinking she was giving him the cold shoulder like the rest of the Weasley family, "Whatever happened to Ron?"

"You didn't hear?! Dumbledore obliviated his memory and then right after, plunked the Sorting Hat on him and it chucked him into Slytherin! The Headmaster stopped by last night to mention that Ron wouldn't be on the train as well as what happened. Needless to say, mum wasn't very happy about him losing his Prefect badge in the process."

"Who got the new position?" Silas couldn't help but ask.

"Ahh...I think he said Dean did, but I could be wrong since I didn't get a chance to ask him yet."

"I can't wait to see the look on Malfoy's face when he sees Ron at the Slytherin's table. Ugh, sharing a room with him too! I think I'd rather die than sleep with the bastard!"

"Ginny!" Remus admonished. He didn't like the younger Malfoy, but that was no reason to swear.

Silas smiled sadly, but he too had to face the Sorting Hat and he doubted that it would listen to pleading a second time. All he could hope for was that he wasn't placed in Slytherin as that could be deadly. The other houses would be more accepting of him and wouldn't attempt to poison him with silver. That was a lesson he'd learned painfully from touching silverware Mrs. Weasley was using the one day.

Luck didn't hold out and Malfoy and his cronies decided to terrorize the inhabitants. Crabbe and Goyle seemed to have bulked up even more over the summer and even Malfoy was beginning to fill out.

"Oh look, Potty and Co," he sneered, "Can't even ride the Express without an escort. Just wait, your fan club can't always be around you."

Sirius was fuming and looking ready to attack Malfoy with some type of nasty curse, but Remus was quicker.

"Mister Malfoy, I suggest you leave before Slytherin begins the term with negative house points and you find yourself with a week of detention with Filch," Lupin growled, deftly grabbing Sirius's wand before he could use it.

"Only professors and Prefects are allowed to do that," a smirk spread on his face.

"Ahh, yes that is true, and even if I hadn't been reinstated, Hermione could do the deed, so I strongly suggest that you scram before I give Harry back his wand." Sirius of course had Silas's old wand to keep up with appearances and the young werewolf had taken a trip to Ollivander's on the trip to Diagon Alley and got a new wand, mahogany, 11" with a hair of a werewolf. This was, well, ironic.

Malfoy glanced around the compartment and saw that indeed Harry was rearmed along with Lupin, Hermione, Ginny and an unfamiliar face and decided not to risk it.

"Ugh, if I get put into Slytherin, I swear I'll relieve that hat of it's job!"

"Don't worry so much; I'm sure you'll be put back into Gryffindor where you belong," Hermione whispered to him, although, her nose was already back in a book. The rest of the trip after that was rather uneventful and Silas had fallen back asleep, as he still was exhausted.

A few hours later, they arrived and the worry in Silas grew again. How would everyone think of him, especially since they knew of his father's nature? That didn't seem promising. Smiling sadly, he separated from his friends and family to join the first years in the boats, which were once again led by Hagrid.

"Well 'ello there young Lupin. Dumbledore mentioned that I'd be leadin' yer across this here lake," Hagrid winked.

Silas smiled at the man and was glad that he had another person to still talk to, but that could be due to the fact that Hagrid liked dangerous animals. So still holding Padfoot, he climbed into one of the boats. He was glad that it wasn't raining like it had for the previous years. Soon enough they docked and were led into the castle where McGonagall greeted them.

"Oh, and Mister Lupin, we shall sort you after the first years," she added as an afterthought.

Even though he knew what to expect, it was still intimidating. He did wonder if he had been that stupid to think that he would have to wrestle a troll.

"Do you think we'll have to kill a werewolf? My brother said that his Sorting was horrible!" One of the girls piped up.

"I highly doubt that Headmaster Dumbledore would condone such utter nonsense," Silas muttered, mind not on the first years around him.

"Then what is it?!" A boy asked, looking hopeful to get information.

"As much as I should like to reassure you, it's more fun to watch you squirm," he smirked, trying to keep himself calm. A moment later McGonagall came back through the door and ushered them inside.

People could instantly tell that he wasn't a first year due to his height and continued staring as the Sorting Hat worked on separating the students. Finally, the last one was called and Silas shuddered, as he knew he'd be next. At that, Dumbledore rose in his seat, eyes twinkling, and proceeded with his announcement.

"Ahh, now I'm sure many of you are curious to whom this young lad is, and as most of you can tell, he obviously isn't a first year! He is the son of our newly reinstated Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Remus Lupin, who thought it'd be a good idea to bring him here. So make young Silas feel welcomed." That seemed to be all Dumbledore was divulging and he was thankful for that. McGonagall guided him forward and placed the Sorting Hat on his head.

"Ahh, back again, are we? Well, it's about time you finally figured out who you were. Now, you've still go that Slytherin slyness that is so prized."

"Do you really think it would be smart to put me, a werewolf and hunted by Voldemort in Slytherin?"

"Too true, but you definitely have gained your father's love for learning, perhaps, no, maybe no. Well, if it's not broken, don't fix it! So I shall have to say GRYFFINDOR!"

That left Silas feeling exceptionally better and he headed back over to the Gryffindor table where Hermione, Sirius and Ginny were waiting for him. Almost immediately, he felt himself being enveloped in a hug by Hermione.

"Hey, I need to talk to you later so meet me in the Common Room," she whispered.

"So, mate! Congrats on getting into Gryffindor and don't worry, we'll take care of you," Sirius grinned, piling food onto his plate.

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" Silas smirked, but dropped it as he saw quite a few curious and fearful faces on him. His breathing quickened and he tore out of the room like a bat out of hell. What he did was foolish, but at that point, all he wanted was to be out of their view. It only took him until he got to the Gryffindor Tower to realize just how stupid he'd been; he didn't know the password.

"You know, one generally doesn't know his way around Hogwarts until he is given a tour, much less exactly where the Gryffindor Tower is and the fastest route there," a friendly voice came from behind. Silas turned and saw his father standing on the stairs nearby.

"I-I know it was stupid. Just with all those stares, I couldn't stay in the room. I mean, did you see their faces? Those who know of you are probably already wondering if I'm a werewolf or not."

"Unfortunately you are probably right about that, but don't forget that you have friends who will stick by you...and me. Besides, you're still in Gryffindor so you should be more easily accepted, don't you think?"

"I suppose..." he muttered softly, tail curled in between his legs again.

"Don't worry so much! I highly doubt so many will mess with you; I mean how many want to tangle with a known werewolf?" Remus smirked and patted his son's shoulder.

"That is until someone sees this abomination and runs around the school about it," Silas mentioned, eyes downcast.

"I can't do much about that so just make sure you remember to tuck it in every morning. As for the showers, well, I'd suggest you make sure Sirius is around incase any of those idiots show up."

Silas gulped; he'd completely forgotten that he'd be showering with the others. That didn't bode well with his body and he could feel himself begin to fall into a panic attack. Remus took note of that and gently rubbed the boy's shoulders for awhile until his breathing settled down.

"Are you going to be alright? I expect Hermione and Dean will have the first years coming up soon."

"I-I think so..." Silas told him nervously- in reality he was scared out of his wits by being trapped in the same room with Dean, Seamus and Neville. He was worried that he would blow his secret right away.

"Well, in any case, the password is 'oogie-woogie,' and before you ask, no I have no clue as to what it means except for that Albus has lost it even more. But I suppose I should get moving- the crazy old codger does love his Welcome Back meetings."

"A-alright," Silas stammered, "Night dad."

"Night Silas."

With that, the man swept down the stairs and left the young werewolf to enter the common room. It didn't take long before he could hear the shrill voices of the first years, along with Hermione's. The reaction to him sitting in the common room already was comical. Most of them ran over and started bombarding him with questions of how he knew where everything was.

A small boy with mousy brown hair of course had to ask him what he was doing here now if he wasn't a first year.

"I stayed with my mum for awhile and she taught me a lot, but dad wanted me to come with him this year and the Headmaster agreed. As to why I knew where I was going, Dad gave me an in depth tour of the castle during the summer," he told them, and looked at Hermione pleadingly.

She came to his rescue and lectured the first years on the policies and such before ushering them off to their dormitories. Sirius came wandering in a moment later, looking smug.

"Harry, don't tell me you set those dungbombs off on the Slytherins already," Hermione groaned as she caught a whiff of the stench that followed him.

Sirius grinned and gave a bow, "Guilty as charged!"

"Well! Get out of here and go take a shower!"

"Fine, c'mon Silas might as well 'show' you where they are while we're at it."

"But I need to talk to him!" Hermione protested.

"Hermione, you'll understand after we get back," Sirius muttered as he grabbed Silas by the hand and dragged him out through the door.

"Hey! I wanted to talk to her!"

"Believe me, no one goes to the showers on the first night, you'll be safe, and I need an alias incase Snivellus finds me."

"Ahh, I see, well then let's go so I can't get back to talk to her."

"Dang, do you ever have it bad! And I thought Hermione was bad the week you weren't there!" Sirius chuckled.

"She missed me?" Silas stopped dead. "Even after what I did to Ron?"

"Ron was being a complete prat and you know it and Hermione was fed up with him. I'm surprised she didn't take him down herself. Ugh, that was a week from hell- a prattish Ron and a pissed off Hermione."

Silas didn't answer, but he certainly felt better, and continued along towards the baths. Once inside he realized just how dead it was in here and smiled about not being found out so early.

"Sweet Merlin, Hermione wasn't kidding!" Sirius exclaimed as Silas stepped into the water. "You could poke an eye out with that thing!"

"Oh get over it," Silas snapped, quickly washing himself and then getting back out. He unconsciously shook himself dry like a dog which sent Sirius into another fit of laughter.

"I repeat: Get over it," he scowled and claimed one of the big fluffy towels to wrap around himself as he'd forgotten to bring clothing with him.

"Oh come on! I'd be fun to streak through the halls naked. James and I used to do it and once we even charmed the clothes off of Snape during class. Wonder if he managed to go from boy to man ever..." Sirius pondered, lost in thought.

"Quite frankly, if you can ever find a way to remove this ruddy tail, I shall streak through the halls with you every night."

Sirius just shoved Silas out of the room and strutted along in all his glory. The young werewolf shook his head at his godfather and just hoped that they wouldn't be caught. That unfortunately didn't happen.

"Mister Potter! Just what do you think you are doing?!" A very indignant McGonagall exclaimed, and immediately charmed a robe about him. She dragged them both into a classroom and put up Silencing wards. "Black, you are going to kill the remainder of my sanity within the next two years. Why did you feel it necessary to streak on the first night back?"

"Ahh well, Hermione shoved me out of the common room until I took a shower. Couldn't very well grab my clothing."

"Why wouldn't she let you in?"

"Busted Sirius," Silas smirked, knowing he was in trouble now. McGonagall quirked an eyebrow and gave a piercing glance at the Harry Potter impersonator.

"I er, dungbombed the Slytherins?"

"I take back what I said; you're going to drive me crazy before the Winter Break!"

Finally she let them go, that is, after yelling at Sirius for almost blowing his cover and making sure Silas was doing alright. Both boys headed back to the common room where Hermione was waiting impatiently.

"Just what took you so long!?"

"Chill 'Mione, McGonagall caught me streaking so delayed us."

She stared at him, mouth half open and shoved them both into a small shoot-off to the room where no one would hear them.

"Sirius Black! I swear I'm going to kill you! Trying to ruin Harry's reputation like that! You'd better be glad it wasn't Snape that found you. Anyhow, why was it that Silas needed to go with you?"

"Because it would've been very bad if someone saw me," he answered and moved the towel transfigured into a cloak aside so Hermione could see.

"How...when...what happened?" She finally asked.

"Remember that day when Ron attacked me and I in turn attacked Snape? Well, this never left and they can't figure out what happened," his voice cracked at the end, fully expecting her to run away. So when she pulled him into a hug, he was completely startled.

"Hey, don't worry about it, Si, we know you're still a good person. You really thought something like this would drive me away?"

"Well, it seemed like you were afraid of me back at Grimmauld..."

"Si, they didn't tell us what had happened, just that you had attacked someone. Snape made it seem like it was intentional, but Remus explained that you had no control over the situation. It was Ron's fault for instigating you, and Snape's as well. Sorry Si, but it's going to take more than that to drive me away," Hermione said, arms crossed over her chest. Silas had a tear in his eye that even as he was, someone still loved him.

"Anyhow, we have class tomorrow and I would like to get some sleep," Hermione told them, going into her bossy tone again, and headed up to her dormitory.

"I take it that means 'go to bed'?" Sirius grinned.

"Unfortunately."

Back up in the dorms, Dean, Seamus, and Nevilled surrounded the two and asked who the new kid was and what happened to Ron. The two managed to get the story told and the others looked dumbstruck.

"He attacked you?! Because your father is a werewolf?" Dean spluttered, clearly outraged.

"No offense Harry, but that's pretty low. I'm glad he's out of here then," Neville said, smiling at Silas.

"Okay, you explained what happened to Ron, but how come this guy just suddenly showed up?" Seamus inquired, peering closely at the young werewolf.

"Oh, umm, I was being trained at home, but Dumbledore said I could come on my dad's request."

"But why wouldn't you have just come as a first year? Surely Dumbledore would've let you," Dean questioned, looking suspicious.

"Unless there was a reason and no one thought you should be here," Seamus added, making Silas feel that this had been rehearsed.

"Are you a werewolf too?" Neville asked quietly, staring Silas directly in the eye. A hand was placed on his back and he saw Sirius smile sadly at him. The young werewolf nodded.

"Well, I guess that means we have to kick you out of here once a month," Seamus grinned, holding out his hand. Silas gaped.

"You guys are all right with this?"

"Considering the fact that your father was the best DADA professor we ever had, even though he was a werewolf, has to mean not all of you guys are bad," Neville offered shyly. "He didn't laugh at me when I made mistakes in class either."

"Yea, gotta have some of those good genes running around in you. Besides, just think of what you can get away with in class!" Seamus laughed, throwing a pillow at both Sirius and Silas. That turned into a full scale pillow fight which knocked the robe off of Silas. He stood there in horror as he realized that he'd been found out already.

"You don't give use enough credit, and Harry, you should know we wouldn't care, now spill," Dean said rather harshly.

"I-I'm a born werewolf s-so there are things that we haven't been able to figure out. This is part of it. I-er when someone hits me, it triggers the change even if it isn't a full moon, so when Ron hit me...." He trailed off.

"You bit him?!" Neville asked in terror.

"No, someone else stopped me, but took the bite, but I an't tell you who. Just know that it won't happen again as we figure out how to control it," he pleaded, not wanting to lose them already.

"So what's the deal?" One of them asked.

"A large shot of whiskey in the morning," Sirius grinned mischievously, "And he's allowed to keep it in his stuff."

"That bloody rocks! You are so going to share on the weekends!" Seamus grinned at him.

"Hate to say it mates, but we have class in the morning..." Dean looked sheepish.

After saying their goodnights, Silas sat down on his bed feeling exceptionally better- not everyone would desert him. Within minutes, he was fast asleep.

"Wake up! I mean it! McGonagall would kill us if we missed the first day of classes!" Silas whined, shaking Sirius forcefully. The others had already gone down to breakfast, but Sirius refused to wake up. Mentally berating himself, Silas took out his wand, pointed it at his godfather, and chuckled evilly as a bucket of water was dumped over the sleeping figure.

"AUGH!" He screamed, jumping up and looking like a drowned rat. "You bloody prat! Just wait, I will get you back Marauder style and even daddy won't be able to help you then!"

"Oh come off it Sirius, you know I did it for the greater good, and Harry Potter would never miss his first day of classes."

"You, my friend, are a bloody goodie-two-shoes who is in desperate need of some rule breaking."

"No, that's Hermione."

"If you say so," Sirius grinned, the mischief back in his eyes.

The two wandered down to the Great Hall where there timetables had already been laid out for them. He blanched- evidently they forgot to take him out of NEWTs Potions. He couldn't do it, Snape would kill him or at least brutally maim him. And it was the first class of the day, although it was followed by DADA, and then Charms. Unfortunately, he didn't have enough time to fix the mistake at the moment.

"Silas, come on, we need to go before Snape decides to splash silver all over you," Hermione whispered.

The werewolf sent a mournful glance at his godfather and trudged out of the hall and down to the dank dungeons for his impending doom.

Once he stepped inside, he knew that his would be an even bigger headache as all the houses were combined into one class since there were so few. Nervously, he sat down next to Hermione and stared at the silver cauldron in front of him. Now he knew how Snape would remove him from this class.

"Hermione! Help," he pleaded, looking terrified at the thought of another silver burn. She pursed her lips momentarily and then took out her want to transfigure a couple of hankies into a pair of gloves.

"Here, these should help," she smiled and handed them over. He grinned, gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, and awaited his appending doom- although Hermione was grinning stupidly from the kiss. Snape billowing into the room in his classic manner and broke the good mood.

"Obviously as you are sitting in this class you have a basic understanding of this delicate branch of magic. Therefore, we shall waste no time in going over this; notes are on the board. So get to work!" He snapped, his gaze landing on Silas and dropping with pure hatred. The young werewolf didn't think it was possible, but the loathing seemed to increase. A twitch tugged at the man's lips as he spotted the gloves on Silas's hands.

"Ahh, Mister Lupin, our newest student who didn't think it was necessary to constrict to the OWL standards to be in this class. Tell me boy, just why are you wearing gloves, as the potion doesn't have any poisonous ingredients in it? Surely that must make it difficult to cut those roots properly and I don't allow other students to help," his silky voice cut through the class, silencing any noise that had already begun.

"I prefer to have gloves on at all times, sir."

"Take them off, now," he snapped in a no-nonsense tone.

"He needs to do no such thing, Severus," a calm voice said as it came from the doorway. Dumbledore peered down at Silas with a smile, reassuring him. "I mistakenly placed young Silas in this class and didn't remember until just now that his father had requested that I remove him from it. So I shall escort him to where he needs to be."

Once the two had left the dungeons, Dumbledore led him up to his office where he'd been just earlier that summer. A couple of squishy purple chairs were placed near the fireplace and both took their respective seats, while Fawkes settled back on Silas's shoulder.

"Thank you sir, I don't think I would have lasted much longer even with being sedated."

"That was inappropriate to be doing and he knows it. I shall have to have a chat with him soon to remind him that if he attempts to put students in danger, I will remove him from my staff. He may be the best Potion Master in all of Europe, but trying to beat Voldemort to your death is inexcusable."

Silas gazed into the fire for a while, idly stroking the feathers of the phoenix, and sighed heavily. "He may resort to accidentally hurting me like the Dursleys used to try. Carrying silver and then stumbling and having it land on my skin isn't too hard to do. Now that that I think of it, it would be easy for anyone to do that... Are you sure you want me back here?"

That startled Albus. "Look at me," he said gently, pulling Silas's chin up so they were looking eye to eye. "If I didn't think it was best, then you wouldn't be here. Yes, there are many who would desire your removal from here, but that isn't up to them. In addition, you are perfectly safe as you are now so don't beat yourself up over what happened in the past. No one knew that something like that could happen, so it isn't your fault. And if I know you, that is making you feel guilty."

"I suppose that makes sense..." Silas said slowly, not sure if he trusted Dumbledore's words quite yet.

"Good, now I believe your next class will be starting soon and your father would have my head if I kept you here through his lesson. And have a good day, Silas," he smiled and let the boy leave.

As he neared the door to his class, he caught site of Ron surrounded by a pack of the lesser Slytherins that he must have made friends with. Something must not have been properly obliterated as when he saw Silas, his eyes jumped with glee.

"Look guys, it's more werewolf trash just like his daddy. Why would you even bother showing your face here after hiding for the past five years? I mean, why should this school have to be at risk because of you?"

Almost ironically, Ron pulled a silver chain from his robes and faster than Silas knew he could move, wrapped it around the werewolf's right wrist and held it there. He could feel the skin burning, but blinked back the tears as best he could as he didn't want to give Ron the satisfaction of seeing him like that. Malfoy appeared at that point and glanced over with mild surprise to see the Weasley attacking the young Lupin.

"You know Weasley, next time try a silver knife. It'll make the burn deeper and kill him faster," he drawled, looking bored once again.

"Mister Malfoy, just what are you talking ab-..." Remus trailed off as he stepped out into the hallway. He caught scent of the burning flesh and saw Ron gripping something silver to his son's wrist.

"MISTER WEASLEY, KINDLY REMOVE YOUR HANDS FROM MY SON!" Remus bellowed, looking utterly outraged from the blatant attack on Silas. Ron complied with his request and let his hands drop, but the chain was still wrapped around the wrist and was dripping with blood from where the skin had already been burned through. Luckily for both werewolves, Hermione and Sirius came walking up to the room.

"Silas!" Hermione cried as she saw what had happened and rushed over to remove the chain from his wrist. It was pretty torn up from where the silver had touched and needed immediate medical attention. "Sorry, but it looks like you're going to miss your second class as well," she told him softly, running her hands through his shortened hair.

"Indeed Miss Granger. Mister Potter, would you please escort Silas to the hospital wing? I'm not sure just how well he'll be able to walk that far," Remus requested, knowing Sirius already learned most of what was on his lesson plan anyhow.

"Aye aye, professor!" Sirius grinned and led Silas back up towards the aforementioned destination.

"Good Merlin! What happened?" Pomfrey was asking a few minutes later as she saw Silas stumble into the wing, being held up by Sirius.

"Silver, fix now, questions later," the young werewolf panted, collapsing on a bed.

"Oh dear," the worry was evident in her voice as she collected the needed potions and ointments. A little later, she finished cleaning the wound and covered it with a thick bandage that would need to be reapplied every day.

"So what happened?" She turned to Sirius seeing as her patient had passed out as soon as he'd fallen on the bed.

"Weasley saw fit to wrap a silver chain around his wrist and hold it there until Remus came and stopped him. But by then it'd already chewed away at most of the skin remaining in the area. He always didn't make it up here conscious. Had it been any further, I would've been carrying him the rest of the way," Sirius growled, already thinking of ways to punish the boy for hurting his godson.

"Mister Potter, it would be best if you did not do anything drastic. Having you expelled would not do anyone a bit of good," Dumbledore mentioned, looking old once again. "Poppy, how is he?"

"It was deep, Albus, and I fear that some of the silver might have entered his blood stream. And if that's the case, I don't know if he's going to wake up," she told them with a heavy heart.

The three turned as they saw Remus flee the doorway to the hospital wing.

"Oh shit..." Sirius muttered, and ran after his friend.

"This, this is not good," Dumbledore grimaced, sitting down on the bed next to Silas's and stroked the boy's hair. "And I was worried about Severus attempting something like this, but I had completely forgotten that young Mister Weasley still had his deep aversion to non-humans. What are his chances?"

"We just have to wait, Albus, it's all we can do," she sniffled, looking to be able ready to cry.

((A/N: Okay, like I said, I'm sorry about waiting so long to update, but it's hard to get time to sit down and write. I'll try to see about getting more done on weekends, but I can't make any promises.))