A/N: Next chapter- less blood this chapter, more plot.

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That night would be the first time I spoke to the stranger, that man who haunts me till this day, I hate him. I wish I hadn't been so taken in by his eyes. Those eyes- you can't possibly understand until you look into them- to those eyes, you just can't say no.

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By the time I had reached the hospital wing, it was completely dark outside, I had decided to take the scenic route and walk slowly. If it was so urgent, then Dumbledore would have waited for me at the dorm, instead of rushing back by himself. Yes, it was a weird way of looking at it, but it was my way.

I opened the door, which creaked slightly, a characteristic of doors at night in Hogwarts, and entered the hospital wing. I immediately saw the man, he wasn't exactly hard to miss, and the amount of noise he was making was enough to wake the entire castle. Luckily, there was a silencing charm on the room, otherwise a lot of sleepy, disgruntled students would be complaining at breakfast the next morning.

I walked over to the huddle around the bed at the end and coughed to make myself noticed. The man was making so much noise they didn't hear me, so I just tapped on Dumbledore's shoulder instead.

"Oh, you're here, Mr Lupin." He smiled at me, and then looked at the man on the bed, who was howling in pain like a wild animal, "We have a little predicament here, and we were wondering if you could help us."

"In what way sir?" I asked, slipping on the friendly Remus mask

"This young man here, has been making such a din, and the only word we have been able to distinguish is 'werewolf'. We were wondering, as er…you have some experience in these matters…could you try and talk to him?"

"I'll try sir, but I can't promise anything." I walked over to the man, who was thrashing around so much, that he had to be forcibly restrained to the bed. Stupid old man, I can't do anything to help. Oh well, I thought, if I at least looked as if I tried, then I could go back to bed sooner.

"Excuse me…" I said, tapping the man lightly on the shoulder, he continued shrieking, so I tapped him a little harder. Suddenly, his head snapped round and his eyes locked into mine. I blinked a few times, a bit put off by the undivided attention of the man, and the teachers who stood around me, holding their breath. "Erm…could you tell me your name?"

"My…name is Grimm. Edgar Grimm." He said in a low, husky voice. It was an odd voice, as it sounded rough, but had a soft undercurrent, maybe a slight accent, I couldn't tell. The teachers around me seemed to close ranks slightly, as if to listen further. "Who are you?" he asked, still breathing heavily, but recovering speech pretty quickly for someone who had been shouting continuously for at least an hour.

"Remus Lupin." I replied, trying not to be swallowed into his eyes

"Ah." He said and lay back into the pillows at bit further, but didn't take his eyes off of mine

"And can you tell me where you got those wounds?" I said, cutting to the chase, and ignoring the 'ah'.

"Werewolf." He said, almost casually, I sighed and pressed him for more details, still staring into his eyes, and starting to feel a little dizzy.

"Well," He said, "I was walking towards Hogsmeade, very close to these schools grounds actually, a few days ago, and was ambushed by a large creature resembling a wolf. I knew it was a werewolf, as I had encountered one before, and it attacked me. I wasn't bitten, thank goodness, but I was injured pretty badly, as you can see." He then closed his eyes, just as I was about to phase out, I'm starting to think that staring at them for too long is hazardous, and seemed to relax.

"Well, Mr Lupin, that will do for today." Dumbledore cut in and patted me kindly on the shoulder, "You have been very brave, and we are very proud of you. Take 10 house points and go back to your dormitory, I daresay your friends will want to know why you were summoned here so suddenly." Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling, I nodded in agreement and thanked him.

Just as I was about to leave, I felt a hand grip my wrist. I looked round and saw Grimm attached to that hand. He pulled me forwards and close to his face, so that only I could hear what he said.

"I'll see you later, Remus, my lupine friend." He grinned, let go of my wrist and seemed to fall asleep, but maybe he was pretending, as his breathing didn't slow down.

I was confused as I walked back to the common room. What had he meant by 'lupine friend', it could have been a play on my name, but then again…

I looked down at my palm, as I walked up the grand staircase, where the razor had cut me before. It had dried to look like a cross, very odd. I reached the portrait hole to find that the fat lady wasn't there, I was locked out.

"Damn fat bit…" I started, but was interrupted

"You were saying, Master Lupin?" asked the Fat Lady who had reappeared in her portrait,

"Erm…Hinkypunk." I couldn't think of anything else, except the password, so she just swung the portrait open and let me in with a very venomous look on her face.

I walked up the stone steps to our dormitory and opened the door quietly. The other three were asleep, hmph, obviously they had no interest in why I had to go away so suddenly. I tiptoed over to my bed and removed my jacket, tossing it carelessly to the floor. An idea then struck me.

I walked slowly over to Sirius' bed, which was opposite mine and crouched down by the side of it. He was asleep, his features relaxed and he was breathing very steadily. I considered for a moment, whether to kiss him or not, it seemed a perfect time, but kissing people in their sleep was so cliché, and there was always the chance that he would wake up. Which, yes, would add the element of risk, but would lead to awkward questions. I didn't just want to spring it on him; it would take time and planning. So, I just stroked his forehead gently, and left it at that.

The next morning, I awoke to a game of 'throw Peter's books around the room until someone gets hits with them and we have to stop', a regular morning entertainment. I sat up and was, unfortunately, the reason for why this particular round had to stop, as 1000 Magical Herbs and Fungi contacted with the side of my head with a loud clunk.

Three different versions of 'Are you all right?' was what I heard once my head stopped ringing. Peter had picked up the offending book, looking embarrassed, James was looking very guilty (I guessed that he must have thrown it) and Sirius was looking worried. Well, in his eyes he looked worried, he was trying to not look worried, but I could tell he was, and it made me happy.

"Yeah…" I said, "but it's not the way I'd usually like to be woken up in the morning."

"Ha ha." Said James, who was looking less guilty, after he saw that I wasn't brain damaged, "Next time you need to duck."

"I'll try to remember that." I replied, and morning returned to normal.

By the time we were down in the hall, and seated at the breakfast table, we had been accosted by Slytherins, sent three of them to the hospital wing sprouting tentacles and who could forgot another of James' lousy attempts to seduce Lily. Strangely, I had an urge to go with the Slytherins to the Hospital Wing, not because I was sorry in the slightest bit, but rather because I wanted to pay someone a visit.

"Toast?" Peter asked, passing round the rack to the rest of us. I nodded and took a piece, eating it whilst Sirius and James had a disagreement about Quidditch teams.

As you can probably tell, I didn't really talk to Sirius much. I had conversations with James all the time, and tried to ignore Peter, as he annoys the hell outta me, but I didn't usually talk to Sirius. Not because we aren't friends, we are, but I always believe what you don't say is the most important, and in this case, I treasure every moment I don't speak to him. Again, I know it sounds weird, but it's my way of doing things.

"Hey Rem." I turned round, and Lily was standing there, smiling at me.

"Hiya." I said, smiling at her. Now Lily, she was nice. I could talk to her no problem. She just seemed to have a problem with James, but she, like me, wore a mask. Mine, however, was a more sinister mask, hers was just a 'I hate James Potter' mask, but I knew that she really did like him, love him even, underneath the mask.

"Have you done that essay for…" she was interrupted

"Will you go out with me Evans?" asked James for the second time that morning

"No, go to hell." Said Lily, without even looking at James, "…Muggle Studies." She continued.

"Yeah, 3 rolls of parchment right?"

"Uh huh. I gotta go now, see you after breakfast."

"See you." I said, waving goodbye, which she also returned

"Why are you seeing Evans after breakfast?" asked James, looking annoyed

"He has Potions with her, you dumbass. As a matter of fact, so do you" laughed Sirius, who was lounging back in his chair

"Oh yeah…" said James slowly, as it dawned on him. Sirius rolled his eyes and returned to his scrambled eggs.

After eating, we made our way to our first lesson, Potions, which was downstairs, in the dungeons. The corridors were always dark, with opportune hiding places for Slytherins who felt like giving us a morning hex. Fortunately, that morning we had left the breakfast table early and therefore left all the malicious Slytherins behind.

As we had left the table early, we also arrived at the classroom early and we let standing there with two girls from our year (Gryffindors), who were very giggly, despite it being early in the morning.

The reason for their sudden bout of giggles was of course Sirius Black, who even when he simply stands and breathes, makes girls swoon (and me as well for that matter). The two girls kept looking over in his direction and nudging each other's ribs. Sirius was used to this behaviour and ignored them, continuing to talk about whatever he was saying to James.

Now, James and Sirius are the ringleaders of our group, Peter and I are just tag-alongs, so we never get a second glance. Everyone knows that James fancies Lily Evans, so all the girls ignore him, and move onto Sirius. So, I guess you could say that he gets three times the usual amount of girls following after him.

But then again, sometimes I think that has nothing to do with us. Girls like him because he's 'fit' as they put it. I wouldn't use that word, I'd write a whole paragraph if need be, a whole essay, a book, an anthology, whatever. I will write something one day, 'A true description of Sirius Black, by Remus Lupin- Follower and Admirer.' Maybe he'll get to read it…

"Moony..." Peter was tugging on my sleeve, "it's time to go to Potions." I had obviously been day dreaming. I shook my head, and walked slowly into the classroom.

We took our usual seats at the back, and waited for our teacher to appear. It was a wonder that we hadn't got split up by now, as we always seemed to attract trouble when we sat as a four. Oh well, the teacher wasn't really that tough. As we waited, a conversation was started about the next moon.

"So, where do you wanna go explore?"

"We haven't been into Hogsmeade in a long time."

"Yeah, that's a good idea."

"I don't know…" I cut in, "I'm not sure I really wanna go exploring this moon."

"Oh Moony, is this 'cos of that man?" James asked

"That wasn't your fault." Peter added

"Yeah, it had nothing to do with you. Anyways, we'll take care of you." Sirius said, putting his hand on my shoulder. "I promise." I sighed and consented to my involvement in whatever plan they were cooking up.

At that point, Dumbledore unexpectedly walked into the room. He greeted the class, to which we replied in the usual fashion.

"Good morning Professor."

"Now, I am sure that you all are wondering why I am here. It is my sad duty to inform you that your teacher, Professor Garcia, is temporarily incapacitated after an unfortunate argument with a hag. Now, his injuries are quite substantial, so I am afraid that he will not be returning to teach for this school year."

He paused for any comments, but the room was silent, so he continued "Fortunately, we have been able to find a substitute. However, he cannot teach today, so unfortunately for you all, you will have to miss this lesson." He announced, with a twinkle in his eyes. A few whoops agreed with this statement and cheers were heard from most of the class. Dumbledore then held up his hands for silence

"Are there any questions before I let you wander off?"

Three hands raised themselves into the air, one belonging to Lily, the other two to students I never bothered to learn the names of.

"Sir, does this mean that there's no homework?" asked a short boy with brown hair

"Yes it does, Mr Johnston." Dumbledore said, and the boy grinned

"What's our new teacher like, Professor Dumbledore Sir?" asked one of the girls who had been giggling earlier

"Erm…he's an interesting character. I daresay you'll see him at the staff table soon." Dumbledore then turned to Lily, who asked her question

"What's our new teacher's name, sir?"

"Oh, didn't I say? I'm sorry Miss Evans; it must have slipped my mind. His name is Professor Grimm."

The name raised a few sniggers from the class, but I seemed to be the only one who wasn't laughing at the fact that our new teacher was named after a death omen.

Grimm wasn't a common surname; it had to be him. The man in the hospital wing.

"I'll see you later, Remus, my lupine friend."

He certainly would.

As everyone else walked out of the classroom laughing happily, as they were missing lessons, I walked out in deep thought.

Professor Grimm…

It just sounded too ominous to be true.

A/N: Finished the chapter! Wheehee!

Next chapter: Remus finds out an unusual hobby of Grimm's, a surprise announcement creates great excitement amongst the students and Remus starts writing 'A true description of Sirius Black, by Remus Lupin- Follower and Admirer.'