AN: Yeah, so misery and angst…I'll try to come up with some random humor…later. I mean soon. Soon! I need to come up with some good ideas. Oh, and thanks to all those that reviewed! You guys are so awesome. Reviews make me feel happy, and then I feel inspired to write! Oh, and I totally understand being preoccupied with schoolwork. I just finished applying to seven (count 'em, seven) colleges (I know people who applied to 12!) and it was a nightmare.

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"Right, I think I've had about all I can stand," insisted Harry in an edgy voice. "Can you get us the heck out of here now?" he demanded.

"Hmm…" Lupin looked around, appraising their surroundings. They were once again in the center of a slowly whirling tunnel of blurred color. "Perhaps. This looks like the end of the chain of Sirius's memories."

"So, let's get out of here," said Harry urgently.

"Ok," said Lupin. He held onto Harry upper arm and closed his eyes. Harry waited patiently for a few moments.

"Is anything happening?" asked Lupin hopefully. Harry looked around.

"No," he admitted. Lupin sighed.

"Okay, we'll try again," he pulled out his wand and pointed it straight above his head. Harry shut his eyes and concentrated, even though he really had no idea what to do.

"Liberatio memoriola!" he cried. Nothing happened. Harry opened one eye experimentally. "Eh…licentia caligo!" Still nothing. Lupin waved his wand hopelessly. "Expello? Libertum?" Lupin's arm sank down in defeat. Harry stared at him expectantly.

"I have absolutely no idea how to get out of here," he admitted in a defeated voice.

"I've been in these things before," offered Harry. "You just kind of float to the top and you're out." He jumped up and down a few times and waved his arms wildly. He soon felt rather stupid and gave up. Harry noticed the color vortex was slowing down.

"Oh, no, no, I can't take much more of this," moaned Harry.

"I'm sure Professor Dumbledore will be back any minute," Lupin reassured him. When the scene solidified, they were standing in the middle of a dark forest. Was it the Forbidden Forest? It didn't look quite the way he remembered, but he had no idea what time he was in.

"Is this the Forbidden Forest?" asked Harry, unable to contain his curiosity, exhausted though he was.

"No," said Lupin immediately. "This is—it has to be—I'd know it anywhere—we're in—I don't believe it—"

"Huh?" asked Harry, deeply confused.

"This is the woods outside my home—well, what was my home—" replied Lupin.

"So, these are your memories, then?" said Harry.

"They must be," said Lupin looking around thoughtfully. It was night, they were in Lupin's memories, outside Lupin's home, and—Harry looked up—there was a very full moon hanging in the sky above them. One good guess as to what was about to come. Just then, there was a rustling in the trees and a small boy with light brown hair crawled out from under the brush. His eyes swept the ground, as if searching for something.

Lupin's eye's widened and he stepped away from the small boy, as if terrified. The boy continued to wander around the forest. He knelt down and poked his head underneath a bush. Harry heard a long howl from not so far in the distance. The boy was humming softly to himself. A few moments later, Harry whirled around to face a low growling noise emanating from behind a large tree. There was something moving the darkness, encircling the boy.

Meanwhile, Lupin looked as though he were about to have heart attack. He was paler then before and short of breath. He continued to back away slowly from the growling bush. He was muttering something indiscernible under his breath and shaking his head. Harry attempted to comfort him but his voice didn't seem to be working. The sound coming from the bush sent a shiver down his spine. There was someone calling out in the darkness, but they were far away and it was barely more than a faint echo among the dense trees.

Suddenly, something huge and feral leapt out in front of young Remus. The werewolf let out a low growl and stretched forward on its haunches. Young Remus stared it the monster in horror, apparently frozen with fright. Adult Lupin had the same horrified look on his face, though he was trying desperately to regain his composure. The werewolf pounced. Remus ran away screaming, but he didn't get far. The werewolf sank its teeth into Remus leg and dragged him backwards along the ground. Adult Lupin gave out a kind of strangled scream as this happened. Young Remus was not shrieking horribly at the top of his lungs.

Harry winced, feeling helpless. It was very difficult being caught up shadows of past horrors, unable to affect any change. Then again, his life often felt like that. In a move that Harry found disturbingly impressive, young Remus snatched up a hefty piece of broken branch and stabbed the werewolf in the eye with it with all his might. With a furious yelp, the werewolf dropped Remus and backed a few inches away. Harry guessed that young Remus was rapidly losing consciousness, because the scene was starting to grow hazy. Blood was pouring from his mangled leg, soaking into the dirt around him. There was suddenly a huge flash of light—and someone shouting—A vague outline of a man was running towards Remus as the memory finally faded away in nothingness…

"Prof—er—Lupin," said Harry awkwardly. "Are you alright?" Lupin drew a breath.

"I'm fine, Harry," he said, forcing a smile. Harry looked at him skeptically.

"Really," he insisted. Harry noticed his hands were still shaking slightly. It wasn't totally surprising. After all, reliving one's worst memories was a pleasure usually reserved for dementor attacks.

The scene around them began to shake violently.

"Uh…Lupin, is this supposed to happen?" asked Harry nervously.

"I don't believe so," responded Lupin, furrowing his brow. "I think I may have…done something when I was trying to get us out of here."

"Something like what?" asked Harry.

"I don't exactly know," admitted Lupin.

Whoosh.

The scene around solidified suddenly, catching Harry somewhat off guard.

"Okay…" said Harry slowly. "Where are we now?" Lupin didn't respond. "Lupin?" He looked around, wondering why Lupin wasn't responding. "Lupin? Lupin…?"

He was gone.

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AN: Sorry for the short depressing chapter. I plan to have some happy funny stuff soon, because those are fun. Mwah ha ha…

Coming next: Lupin and Harry see random separate memories (of other Order members of course!)…but fear not, they will be reunited soon. Yay!