James sat in the hospital wing, and apathetic mask plasted on his face in order to hide his curiosity and excitement, his hands loosely on the table as Madam Promfrey undid his bandages.

She pulled the last of them off and he looked up when she gasped. His hands showed no mark of where the blood was coming from, but his left wrist had the rune symbol Ansuz, meaning divine knowledge and on his right wrist, Kenaz, meaning internal fire etched into his flesh as scars. The middle finger of each hand bore the following symbols;

Left Middle finger- Naudhiz, meaning Protection and resistance

Right Middle finger- Tingwaz, meaning energy and power

"What in the world?" Madam Promfry asked, shaking her head. James just stared in shock. Promfry collected herself. "I'll contact some of my colleges."

She shoved him from the room forcefully, then practically ran into her office, slamming the door forcefully behind her. James blinked and headed for the great hall, though his appetite was lost.

He sat down across from the headmaster, who was bustling about and looking at some documents. James stared into space for a while, until something new came into his senses.

It felt like a familiar friend that you just couldn't place in your mind. He could smell it. It was something so odd he couldn't describe it, a moment later a man with shabby clothes entered the room.

"Ah! Remus!" Dumbledore stood up to greed him. They exchanged a few word. They approached the bench and that's when james's smelt it. It wasn't like a smell, more like a sense. His eyes locked on Remus.

"You look familiar." Remus stated, puzzlement gracing his tired features. James arched an eyebrow.

"And your not completely human." James said, getting up from his seat and circling Remus in a very vulture-dead animal type of way. Dumbledores eyes widened, and Remus gasped in shock.

"W-what? How do you know?!" He demanded. James just sized him up, then closed his eyes.

He was in an odd web of green with a black surrounding. To his left was an off white string in the web. Dumbledore. To his west was a slightly pinkish colored string. The man, Remus.

"No, definitely not completely human." James stated, opening his eyes. Remus just eyed him warily, Dumbledore's eyes twinkled slightly.

"You are right, Mr. Evans. Remus Lupin, Professor Lupin to you, is cursed with lycanthropy." Dumbledore stated.

"Werewolf." Remus elaborated, still in a state of shock.

"I know what lycanthropy means." James said, rolling his eyes.

"Are you going to run to the presses?" Remus inquired wearily.

"Hey, as long as you don't go humpin my legs or shit, im cool with it." James stated mildly. Remus was again shocked. "Its none of the damned presses business what you are. I know Dumbledore. He wouldn't let an insane lunatic- I take that back." James smirked at Dumbledore, who looked quite abashed as he remembered the previous defense teacher.

"He wouldn't purposefully let someone into the school if he knew they'd do any harm." James said confidently, bumping his shoulder into Dumbledores, trying to get him to lighten up. It worked. Dumbledore snorted.

"Who is this kid?" Remus asked, awed. Dumbledore smiled triumphantly.

"This is James Evans, a newest addition to the school."

"He doesn't look like a first year." Remus said, frowning.

"That's cuz im not. I got the boot from Kakaroff." James said easily. His nerves from the encounter and the new symbols that graces his wrists were started to get on edge. He lit a cigarette.

"You don't sound German." Remus said, still frowning.

"That's cuz im not. I got 'stolen' from Kakaroff out of NYC, America." James replied, sitting down with a sigh.

"Evans. That's familiar. Who are your parents?" Remus asked. James looked up only to find Dumbledore had disappeared.

"I have no idea." James said faintly, staring out the window. Remus sat down next to him.

"You know, I have some experience in being alone too, if you want to talk."

"Not this kind of alone." James's reply came softly. "Not the kind of alone where you've got no home, no family, and no anchor."

James got up slowly from his chair, exhausted. What a day. He smirked slightly and his tshirt changed so it read-

WHAT A GREAT FUCKIN DAY

He sighed happily and turned back to Remus.

"I've gotta book, Proffesor. Its been nice meeting you." James stated tiredly and left. Remus stood there a few minutes after, shocked by those familiar emerald eyes. They were so sad. He also had noticed a lightening shaped scar on his head.

That piqued his interest greatly. He had been an auror, after all, and he was a defense teacher. That was a mark that could only come from dark magic.