"Sirius Black Still At Large" read the Daily Prophet.

"Hm, good for him. He deserves his freedom. The Ministry were fools for not filing out the proper investigations and I feel a bigger fool for even doubting him."

Remus Lupin was sitting in the bedroom he had rented in a not so far muggle town. Naturally it was above a Wizards Inn hidden from the muggles. The room itself was horrible! It was small, damp, a slit in the wall served as a window, a fireplace only small enough for head calls, there was a reasonable sized four poster bed which unsurprisingly lay home to woodlice and bared half moth eaten curtains. Remus, tired, weary and hungry sat in the disfigured arm chair, its seams were splitting and foam was bursting though the torn 70's flower print. He lay the newspaper down onto the woodlouse infested table next to him and stared into the dark space between himself and the wall in front of him. One small movement in the armchair caused more stuffing to fall out onto the dirty wooden floor that creaked with every step you took. The wall that was in front of him was damp and at the corners the shabby wallpaper was threatening to come away 'perhaps it would be an improvement if it did', he thought absently.

As he looked about the room he contemplated, 'It'll do for the now I guess'.

As he got up to look out of the window there was a knock on the door.

"Hello?"

Remus had always had a way of sounding charming though very few knew that it was simply second nature to him.

He opened the door to find a slightly grubby looking man, half bald indicating his age and a fairly large belly. He was looking at Remus as though he would bite his face off.

"H...ello...I'm sorry to disturb you sir but ye see I've had some ... well err complaints...yer see and I have ta ask ye to leave..."

The grubby little man took a few steps back from the door indicating that he was expecting a confrontation.

"Oh... well you see I've rented this room out for a few nights and I've only been here for one... I haven't been noisy... well I hope I haven't... wait what was the complaint again, sorry?"

The man just stared at Lupin like common courtesy was unknown to him.

"Well...w..ell ye see..."

There was a cough that came from the right of the little man, Remus turned his head round to see where it came from and found himself looking at a very tall and stick like witch. She almost looked as stern as McGonnagal. Her beady eyes were staring at him, growling at him in disgust. He could tell that she was the complainer, either that or the grubby mans wife.

"Oh ... I see..."

It just occurred to him that it was probably in the papers days ago...he had just missed it. The papers probably got word of him leaving Hogwarts and about the tiny little, wizard hating, fact that he was a Werewolf.

'Great, just peachy', he thought to himself.

"So ye see -"

"Oh...Oh yes... and don't worry...I don't bite (the little man winced at this comment) so you can stop looking so worried. No don't worry I'll leave immediately"

Lupins tone was harsher this time though not as harsh as it should have been, but what could he do, he was use to it by now wasn't he?

And so with a false smile and two flicks of his wand he picked up his trunk and made his way through the slimy hall and out the door of the wizarding Inn and into the dark and bitter night.

He was walking for about what he reckoned was a few hours, 'I guess I'm going to have to find a muggle establishment to spend the night then. I'm just gracious that Albus gave me some muggle money to use as well as more than enough gallions than I deserve... Em now where does one find a suitable muggle Inn to stay?'

The cold was starting to get to him so as he flipped up the collar of his tattered jacket, trying to keep some heat in, he saw a light coming from a nearby alleyway, it looked warm and welcoming.

His curiosity got the better of him as it wasn't everyday he felt like their was a place for him to go, but this light ... this light felt as though it was beckoning him to come towards it. So he did, slowly but surely he turned the corner that led into the alleyway.

But, the light was gone. 'Where did it go? Where did it come from?'

He was soon answered when a door swung open and nearly hit his cold face.

"AI! AND I WONNI BE COMIN BACK E-ER!"

A dark man slumped out of the door that had appeared and fell flat on his face. With a great THUD! a tankard came following him, flying out of the doorway and hit the back of the man's head.

"YES YOU BETTER NOT COME BACK HERE OR I'LL CALL THE MINISTRY ON YOU! NOW HURRY UP AND GET AWAY FROM THE DOOR YOU DRUNK! WHAT IF A MUGGLE SAW YOU?"

'Muggle? So this was a wizarding establishment?'

No reply came from the drunk that only lay a few feet away from Remus and the door.

"I think that tankard knocked him out cold, you have a very good arm, have you played in quiditch?"

Remus looked in the direction of the woman's voice with a friendly smile. His golden/brown eyes were filled with the light coming from the door of the tavern were the witch stood only making out her silhouette he moved forward.

"Who are you?" asked the young witch with a slightly surprised tone.

She hadn't noticed Remus Watching the little show.

"Ah I'm sorry, I'm Remus Lupin, Pleasure to meet you." as he said this he held out his weary hand to the woman to greet her.

"Remus Lupin" she pondered for a minute" Oh ... Oh" she sounded as though she just understood what that meant.

"You're the werewolf aren't you?"

After a slight pause he replied, "I'm afraid so" He lowered his head and looked away from the figure of the woman to the unconscious drunk "Sorry if you wish me to leave I'll go..."

He turned on his heels to head out of the alleyway when the young witch spoke again.

"Hey wait, Hold on!.." Lupin didn't turn to her "No its fine honestly. Do you want to come in? I own this Inn so you don't need to worry about anyone hassling you."

The dark cloud looming over Remus seemed to lift.

"Really you can come in, I mean you were going to weren't you? Sorry...I shouldn't have just come to that conclusion. I.-"

"Oh No! Please don't apologise its fine really, yes I was going to enter but wasn't sure if I'd be welcome. I doubt your customers would appreciate it, anyways -" She interrupted him with a stream of no's.

"NO, seriously I mean it come in"

At that she grabbed his arm and toed the young blonde man into the Inn through the bright light. As soon as his eyes adjusted he noted that it was a small Inn. Only a few tables and chairs were clumped into a corner to the left next to the bar in the middle of the room and from what he could tell the stairs up to the next floor were left to where they had just entered.

"Welcome to the 'Sleepy Dragon Inn!'"