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Nearly immediately after Remus had cried his heart out on Lily's shoulder, he forgot about it. They both walked away from their encounter and never thought of it again. Remus went off to his Ancient Runes class and Lily went to divinity.

At dinner, Remus sat down with James and Sirius. Remus could not even bear to look at his plate. They had just started their dinner of lamb when Peter came running down the hall.

'James,' he said.

'Yeah, Peter,' said James.

'Er, would you mind if my friend would come and have dinner with us?'

'No, Peter, I don't think we'd mind.' With that Peter gave a delighted little squeak and ran off down the hall again. Remus stared at Sirius and Sirius stared at James. James shrugged his shoulders. Peter returned a little while later with a short blonde girl.

'Er, this is Jean. Jean, these are my friends Sirius, James and Remus.' Peter pointed to each one of them. Jean smiled and bobbed her head when each name was called.

'Hello, Jean,' said Sirius, adopting his "older-brother" voice. 'Please sit down.' Jean seemed like a very timid girl. She sat down next to Peter, who was sitting on the far side of the boys.

Jean was short. She had blue eyes and blond hair, probably a result of her German heritage. Remus, James and Sirius heard all about Jean, how she lived in a small house in the country; how her grandmother would always make cookies for her; and that she had a pet toad that she kept at home for fear of losing it at Hogwarts. However, everything they heard about her came from Peter, nothing came out of Jean.

Finally, Sirius told Peter to be quiet and asked them a rather obvious, yet pressing question. 'So are you two a couple?' This took both Peter and Jean rather by surprise. Peter did not know what to say as he began rubbing his ear violently. Jean turned a little pink, then spoke up.

'Yes, I believe that we are,' she said in a small timid little voice. Remus couldn't help smiling despite himself. He was glad for Peter, who was a boy that was almost always overlooked. Peter had seemed to find a girl that both liked him and seemed to have a lot in common with him. James and Sirius, however, did not feel the same consideration towards Peter and Jean. Both burst out laughing. Peter and Jean turned very red and did not talk at all for the remainder of lunch. Remus felt sorry for them, but he could not easily stop James and Sirius from giving both Peter and Jean long talks and lectures about dating.

Finally Remus excused himself from the table, saying that he was not feeling that well. He got up and immediately bumped into Lily.

'Mind it Remus,' she said teasing him. Remus smiled and walked out.

That night Remus fell asleep with difficulty.

Remus woke up in a hospital bed. He looked around. He was aware of a strange kind of light that did not appear to come from one particular source. Then, he realized that someone was looking at him. A small man was sitting on a chair in the corner writing in a small book. Remus sat up and looked at him. He had a bald head and a small pair of glasses.

He seemed oddly familiar, but Remus could not recall seeing him before. Upon noticing that Remus had sat up, the man put his quill and small book in his pocket and stood up. He walked over to Remus' bed and stood awhile studying him. Remus looked up at him and tried to talk to him, but no sound came out. The man lent down and looked at Remus' throat. Remus just stared into the man's pale blue eyes. After examining Remus' throat, he took out his quill and black book and again and began jotting small notes. Remus tried to clear his throat again, but still, he made no sound.

Again, the man walked closer to Remus and leaned down towards him. Remus shrunk back, but the man kept advancing. Despite the man's small size he seemed to be very strong, for the next thing Remus noticed, the man had picked him up. He carried Remus over to a small table. However, on closer examination, Remus noticed that it was not a table, but a small bath tub. The man held Remus over the bathtub. Remus was not sure why, but he did not want to be put into the tub. He did not want to get wet. However, Remus could not make any noises, and the man did not seem to notice Remus' violent shaking of the head.

The man lowered Remus into the bath tub slowly. Remus kept looking into the man's eyes. The water in the bath tub was freezing cold. The water, or liquid, Remus was not sure, soaked through his clothes and into his bones. He began shivering violently and uncontrollably. Remus tried to get out, but he couldn't. He felt paralyzed. The more time he spent in the water, the harder he found it was to breathe. The strange man stood over him, studying him. After awhile, he took out his notebook and began jotting down notes.

Eventually, the man took Remus out of the bath. Remus came out fully clothed and dripping wet with the cold water. The man carried him quite a distance. Remus looked to where the man was carrying him: another bath tub, this one much bigger, and painted black. The man held Remus over the bath tub, once again. He seemed to be studying his face. Remus looked up at him in fear. The man began to bend down. He was dunking Remus into the tub again.

Instead of extreme cold water, this bath had extremely hot water. Remus screamed from the intense heat, but again no sound came out. The man only stood before him, taking notes in his little black book. Then, the man took off his black cloak, placed it on a chair that had not been there earlier, and began to get into the bath tub with Remus. Remus' skin felt like it was burning up and coming off. The man sat down opposite Remus. He did not seem to notice the intense pain that Remus felt, nor felt any himself. Remus panted and wheezed heavily, while the man breathed in a great sigh of relaxation. Remus felt that he could not move, but he felt an urgent need to in order to save himself from the peril of the hot water.

The man had closed his eyes in relaxation, but Remus tried very hard to catch his attention. The man, however, took no notice. Finally Remus tried to stop moving and calling out. The man opened his eyes and looked at Remus. It seemed that his eyes had changed. They were cat-like. They were still blue, but instead of a normal human pupil, he had a narrow slit through his eyes. Remus screamed, but again no sound came out.

The man leant over and moved his head to Remus' ear. He whispered something in a small quiet voice that seemed to echo.

Remus awoke in a start. Cold sweat covered his body. His sheets were drenched. He was so startled that he was shaking uncontrollably. He tried to get up, but did not succeed, instead falling to the floor. The room was spinning uncontrollably. Once it stopped, Remus opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling. The worried faces of James, Sirius and Peter were all crowded around him offering assistance.

'It's alright, mate, it's just a dream,' said Sirius.

'It's not real, Moony, it's fine,' came James' voice.

'Do you want water? Shall I get madam Pomfrey? Professor McGonnegal?' came Peter worried little squeeks.

'No, we'll probably get house points deducted from waking her. She hasn't gotten over the house cup thing,' said James.

'I'm alright,' Remus managed. His throat hurt, and his voice was hoarse. On top of that he was finding breathing very difficult. 'It just startled me, that's all. It was just alarming.'

'What did you dream of?' asked Sirius.

'It was so real,' said Remus. 'It was so real.'

'Look, Padfoot, you don't make people relive traumatic experiences, they might go into shock or something, then they may die. You think getting in trouble for pranks can be bad, imagine getting in trouble for killing someone,' said James.

'Thanks, Prongs, I'll look into it,' came Sirius' sarcastic remark. 'Look, Moony, are you sure you're okay, because I kind of want to go back to sleep.'

'Yeah, I think I'm fine now. Thanks,' said Remus. He crawled back into his bed and everyone else did the same. However, Remus was far from okay. He was very shaken up from his dream, and he could not get the face on the man out of his head. Remus turned over in order to try to fall back asleep. However, he could only think of one phrase. The one phrase which repeated itself over and over again in his head. The same phrase the man had whispered in his ear.

"Fate is inevitable"