The only place that was close to my current location that I'd feel safe in at that very moment was the Potters' place, so I hurriedly walked out of town and down to Godric's Hollow, and as soon as I was in front of the Potters' house, I knocked, my hand shaking.

Fleamont opened the door only a few moments later, and when he saw me his face immediately turned to surprise and concern.

"Remus? Are you alright?" he asked.

"Yeah... sorry for barging in..." I said.

"That's completely fine, come in," he said, and I followed him inside. "Is everything OK? Where are your parents?"

"At home," I said. "Could I send your owl to them, please?"

"Of course," said Fleamont, grabbing me a piece of parchment and a quill and ink bottle. I took it gratefully and scribbled down a quick message.

Dad,

I'm at the Potters. Could you and Mum please come here?

Remus

I sent the letter home and then followed Fleamont into the living room where he, Euphemia, James, and Sirius had been in the middle of a game of exploding snap.

"I'm really sorry..." I said, guilt suddenly setting in that I interrupted their evening.

"Moony? Are you OK?" asked Sirius, standing up and rushing over to me.

"Yeah..." I said, then explained the situation to them.

"Quit the job," said Sirius.

"I will, but I can't not interfere," I said. "I can't just let them attack those muggles like that."

"Maybe the chef guy wants you to interfere," said James. "I mean, why would he have told you?"

"I don't know, maybe he wanted me to join in on the attack?" I suggested.

"Talk to the muggles who own the restaurant, honey," said Euphemia. "Try and convince them to close the restaurant on the night of the full moon."

"But the chef guy will kill him if he goes to the restaurant," said Sirius.

"Do you know when Chef is not working?" Fleamont asked me.

"No, I don't know," I said.

"What if you go in tomorrow and quit the job, so if the Chef guy sees you, you can say that's the only reason you're there, then speak to the manager about closing the restaurant for that date while you're there?" James suggested.

"Yeah, OK, I'll do that..." I said, just as there was a knock at the door. I got up to get it, and to my relief, it was my parents.

"Remus? Is everything alright? I thought you said you were working later...?" said Dad, just as my mum wrapped her arms around me, letting out a long, relieved breath.

"That wasn't true, I'm sorry..." I said, then quickly explained the situation to them as I led them to the Potters' living room, as well as the solution James had come up with.

"What are you going to tell the manager, though?" Mum asked. "You can't exactly tell him the truth, can you?"

"Uh, yeah, I dunno," I said. I hadn't thought that through at all. "I could tell him there's some celebration on that day on the other side of town so no one will come to the restaurant?"

"But wouldn't he expect to know about that?" said Mum.

"I'll tell him I've hired a construction team for him as a quitting gift to come renovate the restaurant that night," I said. "Then the next morning, you guys could just go in with your wands and transform the restaurant?"

"That's... really stupid, but a decent idea," said James.

"OK, let's do that, then," said Fleamont. "When's the full moon?"

"Tenth of August," I said.

"Alright, so we've got a bit of time," he said. "OK. It will all be OK, alright?"

"Alright."

My parents and I stayed at the Potters' place that night so I could easily go into Wimpy first thing in the morning. However, when I approached the restaurant at six o'clock in the morning, it was completely closed, and for the first time, it occurred to me that the restaurant wasn't open every single second of the day.

I looked at the opening hours sign for the first time since I'd heard of the restaurant to find that the restaurant opened at ten-thirty. So surely either Ben or the main manager would be there by ten to open it up. I really hoped it was Ben, because the main manager was old and weird, and had gotten mad at me every single time I'd made a tiny mistake in the two shifts that I'd worked.

I walked back down to Godric's Hollow and into the Potter's house, and as soon as I walked in, everyone was looking at me expectantly.

"Uh... I have to go back at ten," I said. "I don't think anyone will be there until then."

"That's completely fine, do you guys want to hang around until then?" Euphemia asked. "Have some coffee, try and keep your mind off it?"

"Yeah, it's all we can do," said Mum, following the other adults to the dining room. "It will all be alright, Remus."

I hated how painfully obvious it was that I was completely freaking out, however much I tried to suppress it, and how all the adults now felt sorry for me.

"Alright, well Sirius and I have got to practice for Quidditch, d'you want to come, Remus?" James asked.

"I'm alright, I'll just stay here," I said.

"I'll stay too, actually, can you practice on your own, James?" Sirius said, and James looked offended, but he went outside on his own.

"He's insisted that we practice for Quidditch every single morning over the summer," said Sirius. "First thing in the morning. So, if James wakes up at the crack of dawn, which he does a lot of the time, that's when we'll practice."

"Sounds awful," I said, but I'd barely taken in anything he'd just said.

"Come on, let's go upstairs," said Sirius. "Try and keep your mind off of the situation which is going to be completely fine anyway."

"Go upstairs?" I repeated. "That sounds extremely sexual. I mean... I love you, but I don't know if I'm ready to... you know."

Sirius laughed. "Of course. I didn't mean that. But I don't think I've kissed you all summer."

At ten o'clock, I walked back to the muggle town and went straight to Wimpy. As I expected, someone was there opening the store, and to my annoyance, it wasn't Ben, it was the main manager, who I believed was called Bruce.

"Hi," I said awkwardly, approaching him.

"We're not open until... oh, Remus. Are you here for a shift?" Bruce didn't realise that it was me at first, which made me feel even more awkward.

"Uh, no," I said. "I want to quit, actually."

"Already?" said Bruce. "OK, so your last shift will be on... the ninth of August?"

"Um, no, it was last night," I said.

Bruce sighed. "Remus, you haven't even been here for two weeks to put in your two weeks' notice to resign from this job. You can put in your notice today."

"I can't work here anymore, sorry," I said, shortly, then quickly moved on. "Since I'm leaving though, I'd like to offer you a parting gift. I've hired a team of people to renovate the restaurant."

"You have hired a renovation team?" he said.

"Yes," I said. "They're going to be giving the restaurant a makeover on the tenth of August, so you'll need to close the restaurant on that day."

"Well, you can tell the renovation team to not come, because this restaurant was renovated only a month ago," said Bruce. "Thank you for your consideration, though."

"No, please let them renovate," I said. "Trust me when I say I know you'll love it. Like, I'm certain you'll love it. And if you don't, then I'll pay you all the money I spent on it. Please. I'm not going to stop arguing and annoying you until you say yes. So please just say yes."

Bruce rolled his eyes. "Fine. But it'd better be good because we're going to lose a lot of sales on that day."

"Thanks," I said, grinning.

Even though Bruce had agreed to close the restaurant on the day of the full moon, as it came closer and closer, I found myself feeling more and more worried. What if he didn't close it, and everyone at the restaurant got attacked?

What if he did, then what would the pack do? Roam free around town and attack people around town?

On the day of the full moon, I felt sick, because of the pre-moon symptoms as well as the anxiety I was experiencing, which felt like it was crawling through my organs like a spider.

The worst part was, I couldn't even go to the restaurant that night because I'd also be in my werewolf form, just like the pack would be, however, I'd be stuck in the basement of the apartment, and I couldn't do anything to stop them in the worst-case scenarios.

But, as worried as I was, I went down to the basement that evening, bit the inside of my cheek, and just accepted that I'd have to wait until morning until I could function again.

As soon as I transformed the next morning, I wanted to go straight to Wimpy to see if there was any damage, and also so Dad could transform the whole place.

But of course, the marauders hadn't been with me, so I'd completely butchered myself. I. Could. Not. Stop. Bleeding.

For two hours straight.

So, by the time Dad and I finally got to Wimpy, I saw Bruce standing there, staring at the ruins of the restaurant.

Shit. They'd attacked.

But it seemed like no one had been hurt.

Unless they'd taken people they'd turned into werewolves back to the base for the pack with them.

"Did your little 'renovation crew' do this?" Bruce asked quietly when he saw me. He didn't sound angry like I'd expected, but he sounded really, really sad.

"No..." I said. "Do you know if anyone was hurt in the att... in whatever happened here?"

"No one was hurt because I closed the whole bloody restaurant for your 'renovation crew', missed out on all my sales yesterday, and now will miss out on all sales for a long, long time," said Bruce. "Although, I suppose it is a good thing the restaurant was closed last night and no one was injured."

"Yeah," I said. "That's a really good thing."

"Would you mind leaving, please?" he said. "Because I kind of want to cry and I'd rather be alone."

"Yeah, of course," I said, stepping back. "I'm really sorry for what happened."

"It's not your fault." Bruce's voice broke and he wiped his face. "But really, please leave me alone."