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I felt rather uncomfortable, facing the tall double doors that led to the interior of the Xavier institute. But that was partially due to the snow and partially do to the fact that my friends were practically suffocating me.

Finally the door opened and I was greeted to the face of a boy who I could safely assume wasn't Lance's girlfriend Kitty.

The black boy was hardly dressed for the occasion that was to be held at the Xavier Institute and I could only guess that he didn't want to attend.

Raising an eyebrow he looked us over. We had just thrown on some dressy clothes but even then the clothes we had were made in the wizarding world and looked slightly out of place.

"You must be those wizard kids. Come on in." He pulled the door open a bit more and we stepped in.

We kinda gaped at him and I jumped when Sirius punched my shoulder, hard.

"I thought he said he wouldn't tell anyone." He snapped referring to Pietro and how this guy could have known. Who knows? Maybe things were less secretive in the U.S.

"If you're talking about Maximoff he didn't say anything. You understand that this is a house full of mutants and we have security cameras everywhere. We need to know things about the people that come into our house." He told us casually.

I glared at the boy and at how he spat out Pietro's last name.

"His name is Pietro." I said albeit a little harshly.

The boy glared back at me. "I know what his name is. And I know him a lot better than you. So whatever you think you know about him isn't worth shit. He's trouble. Take it from me." He hissed back.

"EVAN!" Came a harsh voice to his left. We looked over to see a pretty brunette in a light pink dress. "Stop antagonizing them and what have I told you about badmouthing the Brotherhood?"

'Evan' looked like he could care less and grabbed something from behind the door. Throwing it down it proved to be a skateboard (my mother had bought me a plastic one when I was younger) and he skated off. Only to have the girl yelling at him, telling him not to do it in the house.

She turned to smile at us and motioned us further into the house as she closed the door.

"Hello. I'm Kitty. Sorry about Evan, he and Pietro don't exactly click well. I probably shouldn't have told him who called me to introduce you to the professor."

The girl flashed us another smile as she glanced at the grandfather clock, which read 7:00.

"You're a bit early. Guests won't start arriving until 7:30. So the professor is still talking to Mayor Ramon. He should be done soon though. Just wander if you want. We have a lot of space since we had to clear it up to fit over half of Bayville you know! Remus, was it? I'll take you to the Professor's office."

I wasn't sure who talked faster. Her or Pietro. I just nodded and let her grab my arm and drag me up the lavishly decorated staircase.

Twisting around I glared at my friends who were looking at their surroundings intensely. "DON'T cause any trouble!" I hissed.

Sirius grinned and patted my shoulder. "Wouldn't dream of it would we

James?"

My other friend smirked. "Oh never."

THERE is something particularly nerve-wracking about waiting. Honestly even if it's just to go the lavs or something. It just isn't a good feeling.

I stand up quickly as a taller and slightly graying man strides out of the doors I'm waiting to enter…. Xavier's office.

He smiles and nods his head towards me. I assume that this is the Mayor. I smile nervously at him and look to Kitty who smiles and shoves me gently to the open doors.

I enter quietly having no idea what to expect. I've heard a lot of good things about the man. And he must be held in some sort of high esteem to host this event not to mention the fact that Raven gave me his card.

The office is huge, long and slightly dim due to the fact that the curtains are hanging in front of what I presume to be rather large windows.

At the end of the long stretch that is more to me like a mini library than an office there is a sleek wooden desk. Yet to see who's behind it I have to move closer.

"If you wouldn't mind closing the door." Calls out a gentle yet firm voice. I nod though I presume he doesn't see it.

The door shuts with a loud clunk and I, feeling a bit bolder, walk over to his desk.

"Professor Charles Xavier?" I presume to him.

The man looks up at me and smile. He's more than likely older than he looks, with no hair and dark eyebrows. He backs from the desk and startles me by wheeling from behind the desk in an electrical wheelchair.

"That would be me. Remus Lupin?" He asks and I nod.

"Yes I've heard much about you. Your school's headmaster is quite the old friend."

And the surprises keep on coming. This can't be healthy. I take a seat when he motions for me to sit.

I adjust my glasses before looking at the man who is patiently waiting for me to speak.

"How do you know Dumbledore?" I ask curiously as he smiles fondly.

"As much as I'd love to say we went to school together or something to the like there is an interesting story behind our meeting. An old friend and associate of mine were studying abroad in Europe very long ago when we accidentally witnessed a woman turning into a cat and running from a rather hideous looking creature."

I snorted and interrupted slightly, with a laugh. "The McGonagall/Troll story in the backstreets of London. Have I heard that one before or what? You were there?"

The man smiled and nodded, "Dumbledore came to do damage control but when he learned we were mutants decided against it. He was the first wizard we ever met and we were the first mutants he ever met. We had much to tell and learn from one another. We haven't lost contact ever since. I'm sure you know that he has an extensive and interesting list of acquaintances."

I gave him a small smile. "So I'm learning." I admit to him. Simply the fact that he is an old friend of Dumbledore's puts me at ease. Dumbledore gave me the opportunity to attend Hogwarts. I owe him so much.

I cleared my throat slightly. "If you don't mind me asking, who was your associate? Dumbledore doesn't really confide his personal escapades to us."

"There is an interesting answer to that question also." He smiles humbly and bows his head.

"Eric Lensherr was my "associate" that night. As you can imagine he and Dumbledore didn't exactly click."

I stare at him for a moment. That is interesting isn't it? I don't feel too uncomfortable at his name. He gave me what I wanted. And, in an ironic way, he warned me about the consequences.

"I suppose I could imagine."

"Yes Eric isn't much of the optimist. He's a bitter man. Brilliant, yet so bitter. My insistence that his memory was not to be erased is how he knew who you were. I know what you no longer are. I can assume that that is enough for you. However, powers left uncontrolled can be a very dangerous thing. I suggest you try to find out as much as you possibly can about what is happening to you on a personal level. And, just so you know. My door is always open. Anytime you are here I will be at your disposal. Any questions that you have, you may stop by and ask."

I smiled, happy to know that the invitation was there.

"Once again sir, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Of course not." He smiled as I continued.

"What exactly is it that you do? I mean as far as being a 'mutant'." Though Pietro had explained the concept to me the word was still foreign on my lips and while I was no longer in the outcast society of werewolves I had a feeling that, somehow, I had just joined a similar club.

"I'm a telepath. I have strong mental abilities. But you needn't worry I have no interest in bombarding into your thoughts." He told me.

"That's nice to know." I joked as he started wheeling over to the door of his office. Assuming that the guests would be arriving soon I followed alongside him.

"Feel free to acquaint yourselves with my students. They'll be the ones getting into some sort of trouble." He told me, a look of warmth lighting his face at the mention of his students.

Speaking of trouble I suddenly remembered about some people I needed to keep my eye on.

"Thank you again for meeting with me sir, but I should probably go and find my friends." I told him as we said goodbye and I tried to trace the path that Kitty had taken me up.

Successfully finding the staircase I lazily jogged down feeling a little more at ease in the large estate now that I had spoken with the Professor.

Taking a left turn at the main door I found myself in a large opened up room trying to squeeze past the running children, laughing women and the heated discussions of local politicians. Since there weren't too many teenagers I assumed that those there were probably mutants.

Looking around I saw Peter and James over near a table setting what I figured to be a dung bomb up under it. We'll see about that. As I headed over I noticed Sirius out of the corner of my eye flirting with a pale, rather sullen looking girl with an interesting streak of white in her hair. It didn't look like her idea of a good time.

I sighed knowing the dung bombs would have to wait if there was any hope of saving Sirius from castration. Most girls found him to be quite charming but the ones that didn't….well they REALLY didn't.

"Hey there Sirius, I've been looking for you. Have you seen the others?" I asked cheerfully as I walked up behind him greeting him with a clap on the back and a smile to the girl. Who it seemed was sizing me up, after a moment she determined I was alright and held out a hand.

"I'm Rouge (I know this is an inaccurate spelling of her name but I never remember to do it correctly so please forgive me.)" She introduced and I shook her gloved hand.

"Remus Lupin," I told her as Sirius got the messaged and walked away with a roll of his eyes.

"Are you a student here?" I asked trying to make conversation. Besides I was interested.

She smirked, "I sure am, it's okay once you get used to it. Kitty mentioned you were coming to talk to the Professor."

I smiled at her and we talked about her powers for a moment, which was also interesting when I saw a flash of white out of the corner of my eye.

It must have been Pietro.

"Um if you could excuse me, there's someone I've been meaning to find." I politely excused myself as I followed the flash only to see him for a split second.

He looked like he had only put half an effort into his appearance, his hair was styled in a messier fashion and his normal dark slacks were being worn with a black dress shirt.

Did he see me?

But unfortunately the people seemed to be increasing and one left turn and I had lost him again.

I felt like I was chasing him!

There he is. Finally I found him with his back facing me as he looked to be spiking one of the many bowls of punch.

"Ha that should make for an interesting evening." He mumbled to himself as he slid the bottle behind a cup.

Smirking I crept up behind him a pinched his astonishingly small waist.

"Boo!"

Insert an interesting shriek and a "Sweet mother of Jesus!" and you have his reaction to that.

Whirling around he began to whine.

"La-ance…oh Remus!" I took a moment to cheer inside when he seemed to change into a happier expression upon seeing me.

"How'd it go?" He asked as I walked around him, as closely as possible might I add, to look at the hidden bottle. Vodka (believe me when I say it's hard to taste if you put it in the right stuff)...it's worth a shot.

I glanced over to him as I played the victim and poured us some punch. "Excellent. He actually knows my school's headmaster. It's all rather overwhelming you know?"

He nodded as he watched me drink the punch. I laughed at his expression, as he looked torn between his decisions to spike it.

"Ahem…So," He began as he turned to look around, "is your Dad here? Nice shirt by the way."

I laughed into my punch wondering when someone would mention that the long purple cuffs and collar looked out of place on the white shirt.

"Yeah he's here somewhere….mingling…" I said suddenly a little disturbed that my father might start talking to Pietro and say something…..embarrassing.

"But…uh…let's not look for him, alright…matter fact, why don't we get a better look at this place?" I suggested as he downed his cup and allowed me to pull him out of the crowded room.

"I like the way you think."

SO about three and a half hours later we had managed to get kicked out of the kitchen twice….something about Pietro spitting in Evan's food. Broke into three rooms, fallen down the stairs, got some guy named Logan REALLY hammered, knocked over two vases in our rather tittery state of drunkenness as Pietro INSISTED we just start drinking from the bottle he knew I had seen. AND we somehow we managed to get locked in a broom closet for twenty minutes before Pietro remembered he could walk through walls, not to mention that people were less than pleased with our obnoxious renditions of Christmas carols as Christmas was, in fact, quite over.

And now I could feel the alcohol start to wear off but Pietro looked to be drinking out of a bottle of Jack Daniel's that he had in his pocket, something about stuffy parties were better when you were wasted, not to mention more memorable.

"HEY!" He shouted slinging an arm over my shoulder…"let's go on the roof. It's freaking like SO awesome you don't even know!"

I was happy to note that when intoxicated his speech was at a rather normal pace. Rolling my eyes I knew that he wouldn't take no for an answer and I would just have to make sure he didn't fall off.

"How are we going to get on the roof?" I asked wondering just how many times he had been in this place before.

"SHH!" He hissed at me as he pressed a finger to his mouth, the intensity of his eyes making me laugh.

"This way." He turned and pointed down a hall to the right, the spin causing him to fall backwards into my arm.

Holding him up we walked down the rather normal looking hallway as a tall, and rather stunning red headed girl stormed by not seeming to notice us, much to my delight. Girls can be rather vicious when scorned. You have no idea how many crazy exe's Sirius has had.

"Jean wait!" Looking over I saw an equally tall and equally good looking teen with red glasses as he ran a hand through his hair and sighed.

Pietro seemed to know him and called out. "Way to go Summers! WOO-HOO! You just keep mucking it up dontcha?"

The boy spun around looking about to tell him off when he noticed the way Pietro was hanging on to me.

Raising an eyebrow he put a hand on Pietro's shoulder. "Maximoff…are you…drunk?"

He seemed disturbed and I can only guess he knew first hand what Pietro was like drunk. Not wanting something to go down I cut in.

"Oh it's nothing…I'm gonna sit him down and get him some coffee anyway." I told him quickly.

He nodded before slowly turning and walking away.

Sighing I put an arm around Pietro's waist as he seemed to be tilting the wrong way.

"C'mon let's go to the kitchen." I said slowly hoping he'd forget the roof and let me take him back downstairs.

"HELL no! We're going to the roof duh." He told me rolling his eyes and touching the wall.

"Besides this is the right spot."

Okay now I knew he had to be cracked, there was nothing there but a wall.

He mumbled something to himself and I watched as he went invisible. I would have been shocked if James hadn't owned a cloak that did just that. Suddenly he reached out and grabbed my arm as I took the same stance I had looking down I realized I must have been invisible too.

"Pietro", I whispered, "why are we invisible?"

"Because of the security cameras, duh." He told me as I remembered what Evan had mentioned earlier.

"Where?" I asked again.

"In the elevators," his voice hissed to me.

"What elevators-"

I watched as the wall suddenly opened to reveal a metallic inside of what was obviously an elevator.

Stumbling as Pietro pulled me in, I remained quiet and watched as he pressed some of the control panels buttons.

With a jolt we were moving and I felt bad for having thought he was nuts, but smirked all the same. Even in his state he was something else.

Suddenly the doors opened and I saw that we were on some sort of elevated area on the roof of the building.

Stepping out I watched as we both reappeared and Pietro smiled at his success.

"Fucking…told you so." He gloated dragging me with him to the edge.

"Yeah, yeah….wow." Just standing so close to the edge you could see over an entire array of trees and neighborhoods. In a weird way it felt like I was spying on all of Bayville.

"So do you like it here Pietro?" I hoped talking might sober him up a bit. He plopped down on the roof floor and looked over to me.

He shrugged, "I've been to a lot of difference places but for some reason…it's…..like I never went anywhere but here….or something."

Okay…I sat down next to him sense he seemed to be thinking over something.

"Do YOU like it here?" He asked. I actually considered the question though he probably didn't even know what he was asking.

For some reason I answered in a way where he would probably have smacked me any other time.

"Only because of you."

He kinda stopped for a moment or two before turning to look at me. Pietro has an intimidating stare. Just like…..his eyes.

"That's nice of you to say…Remmmuuuuusss..." Oh my, was he drunk.

Which is probably why he was leaning so close to my face at that moment.

Was he going to…..

Suddenly the elevator doors opened behind us and I toppled backwards with Pietro falling onto my chest and awkwardly between my legs.

"Remus we've been looking everywhere for you!"

Looking over I saw my friends along with Rouge and Lance come rushing towards us. Seeing as Rouge was a student that must have been how they found us.

"Whoa…are we interrupting something?" James held his hands up as I glared and Sirius scowled behind his back.

"It's uh…not what it looks like….I don't think." I mumbled.

Leave it to Pietro to look up and say, "I'm really drunk."

I don't think Lance was my #1 fan at that moment. I could see his mother hen/big brother alarm go off.

"Fucking Prince Charming aren't you?" He spat at me grabbing Pietro's arm and dragging him back towards the elevator as I tried desperately to explain what had happened.

"Hey Lance! Where're we going?" Pietro asked and I knew that a drunken Pietro was a lot of things. #1 being totally oblivious to everything going on around him.

"Nice one Moony." James laughed helping me up, "C'mon everyone is getting ready to count down for the New Year. They have this little miniature Ball thing set up and they're going to drop it."

It was that late? Geez, I would have to talk to Lance about this tomorrow then.

"Let's go then."

THE countdown was nothing exceptional though I do admit that the Model crystal ball was gorgeous and the Mayor gave an exceptional speech on equality and what not.

But I kept feeling distracted…..forcing myself to turn around constantly looking to see if Pietro was okay.

Of course I couldn't find him anywhere.

The 'night' was going pretty well after that, I always had a good time when I was with my friends.

"LOOK OUT!"

On second thought…

Suddenly screams were wailing left and right as the crowd started to panic.

Fighting my way through the frantic guests I watched as a red blast hit the side of a man dressed in dark black.

Dark black wizard robes.

The wizard fell over only to draw his wand towards the boy we had encountered in the hall.

Quickly the four of us hastily grabbed our wands (wizard pants are designed to carry them) and shouted.

"Expelliarmus!"

The force of our four attacks sent the wizard flying backward and his wand soaring to the sky.

James, ever the one to take action, rushed forward and cast a Full Body Binding Charm in order to prevent him from apparrating.

That is if he even could. Upon closer inspection we saw that the wizard was quite young. Maybe even younger than us.

"Guys over here!" Peter called from behind, a look of horror on his face where he was standing with a gathering crowd.

"You go." James said, "I'll watch him."

"And I'll figure out who he is." Looking over I watched as the pretty red head "Jean" walked over.

"Right." I nodded and went to Peter. "What is it Pete?"

Looking pass the people I saw Mayor Ramon…..lying dead with a stricken look upon his face.

"Remus you remember that book we read that night. In the restricted section." Sirius whispered into my ear.

"I know what it is. It's an Unforgivable."

"The Crucio Curse."

DigitalAngel4U: Sorry I've been so damn lazy on the updates but I have the next few chapters mapped out and I can't wait to get started. Hope you liked it and there will definitely be more soon. Let me know what you think. Good or bad, all is welcome!