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Chapter Four

Remus looked at his surroundings. Oh dear, he was lost. No, wait he wasn't lost, he just had no idea where he was. He sighed and sat down on his trunk, which he had been levitating in front of him in order to free up his hands should anything nasty come along. So far the young boy had been lucky, as not many things will mess with a werewolf, even in human form, for they are amazingly strong. As he rested, he thought about his decision to leave. Now that he was cold, wet, tired and hungry, it didn't seem like a good idea anymore. With a groan, he stood up and picked up his wand again.

"Wingardium Leviosa," he muttered, and the trunk levitated again. He didn't even know why he had brought his trunk. Maybe he was just stupid, but the part of his mind that was usually called 'that annoying little voice in your head' but he simply called 'mother', told him that he should be clean. He hated that voice now.

Finally, an hour later, he stumbled on a sufficient clearing that he could set up camp in. There were some fluffy looking leaves on a bush that he could sleep on and the ground was nice and flat, almost trampled. Right now though, the tiny eleven year old boy was exhausted. In fact, so exhausted that he promptly fainted.

Two hours later, Remus woke to the sound of hooves. He blinked, shook his head and watched as what looked like a man walked swiftly through the bushes. Then, as he came closer, Remus realized that it was not a man, it was a centaur. He had heard about how they lived in the Forbidden Forest, and didn't like other creatures moving in on their territory. At least he could reason with them, he thought. Suddenly, he felt a cold piece of stone against the base of his neck.

"What is it?" The centaur he had seen called.

"A werewolf!" The centaur behind him sneered.

"A werewolf?" The other centaur didn't look afraid, but startled. "Why is one of their kind here? I thought we had driven them off."

"It is a cub. From the school." The centaur with the arrow at Remus' neck did not sound pleasant. "What are you doing here werewolf?" He jabbed the arrow closer into the frightened boys neck.

"Please," he whimpered. "I didn't mean to intrude on your land." At least he didn't use silver, he thought, or I would be dead.

"I'm sure." Said the sneering one said. "You probably wanted to kill us all, didn't you?"

"Now, now Bane," the first one said. "He is, as you said, a cub. What are you doing here boy?" This question was directed at Remus. "Why aren't you at the school? Are you here for detention? And if so, where is Hagrid?"

"Nobody knows I'm here," Remus cried. "I ran away because my friends will hate me now that they know what I am. Please don't hurt me." He fell down and began sobbing. The unnamed centaur looked at Bane.

"It's probably just a ruse," Bane growled. "There are probably more of them waiting in the bushes, ready to kill us. You can't trust werewolves Firenze."

"Nevertheless, he is only a cub, and we protect the young. Cub, look at me." Remus looked up, tears coursing down his dirty cheeks. "You may stay here for a while. But by the week of the full moon, when we come here again, you must be gone. If you are not, I will let Bane do what he so obviously wishes to do. Understand?" Remus nodded and the centaurs went off in the directions they came. He was shaking, not only because of his hunger and the fact that he had been crying, but because he saw the look Bane had given him.

He also noticed that as the bloodthirsty centaur went off, he had been fingering a silver blade.

OK, so when i wrote this, my friends had no clue about the whole 'silver knife' thing. So, because I don't want to confuse my two loyal readers, her you go. Silver causes pain for a werewolf. To die by a knife is slow and painful (if they do it right-er wrong) but for a werewolf to die by silver is uber-painful. So there you go. If you have any questions, just e-mail me at Review!