"Bite some one," mused James as he and Jacob mad their way to a safe resting place.

"As Rhea said it's the only way."

"I know," answered James snapping at Jacob. He was tired and at his wits end. Never had James been through so much in such a short time. He immediately took in Jacob's surprised look and realized that he had stepped out of character. He took one step back from his thoughts and breathed in and apologized, "I'm sorry old friend."

"Perfectly fine," replied Jacob, the wolf is getting to you, you need rest, we'll be there shortly."

"Thank you," answered James.

"What are friends for?"

When the two men got to what could be called Jacob's place there was an owl waiting for James. The letter was unmistakably Dumbeldore's. The letter read thus:

Remus,

Attack, bad news,

look for further contact.

-AD

James fell to the ground his legs refusing to support him any more. On the ground James choked out a sob.

"Remus, what is it?" asked Jacob bending to put a hand on James' back.

James only replied with more sobbing. Bad news, it meant the worst, someone was dead when it came to Voldemort, and any bad news has to be of the worst kind.

Jacob reached down and took Dumbeldore's note and read it.

"What does this mean Remus?" asked Jacob showing it to Remus.

"The worst," mumbled Remus, "They're dead."

"Whose dead?"

"They're all dead," wept James into his hands.

"Come now Remus it can't be as bad as all that."

"It is, it is."

"Then let's get inside so as to avoid trouble."

"No, I want to die, just leave me."

"Remus," protested Jacob.

"Leave me!" ordered James in his harshest voice.

"Fine," snapped Jacob turning to go in, "It's your funeral, don't come knocking on my door when trouble arises!"

James didn't care; he didn't care for his life. It was rubbish without Lilly and Harry in it. He spent about an hour where he was mourning until he came to his senses. He wanted out, he wanted out of the dump, he wanted out of the body, he wanted out of his misery. It was with this James took off, where he did not know, and it did not matter as least he was getting out. The first safe alleyway that was away from that old dump was where James crashed. Exhaustion over took him. James lay there for hours, unconscious to all around him even the wolf inside was quite due to either grief, or exhaustion, or even a combination of the two.

James slept so deeply and soundly that he did not even feel an owl trying to peck him awake. The owl was persistent, and did not give up easily. It took the owl until it broke skin to wake James up. The owl happened to nip James' ear. When this happened James awoke with a shout causing the owl to jump back and hoot indignantly. It then stuck out its leg for James to take the note. It read:

Remus

Meet me at the back of Hogs head.

Tonight.

-AD

James force himself up off the ground. The owl hooted at James.

"I'm up aren't I?" demanded James of the owl.

The owl hooted one last time and then flew off.

James followed the bird's example of taking off by apperating to a secluded part of Hogsmead.

James expected Hogsmead to be a dead sleepy town but he found it to be the opposite. Lights were ablaze, shouts could be heard from all over.

James' first instinct was an attack, thus his wand was quickly at the ready. James slowly mad his way from the back alley to the noisy street where everything was lit up. To his surprise, the shouts were not ones of battle but ones of celebration. James couldn't figure it out. He knew Dumbeldore would have the answer.

James found his way into Hogsmead, which was busier than usual, yet quiet compared to the rest of Hogsmead. James nodded at the bar tender who was busy wiping a glass with a dirty rag. The bare tender took not notice of James heading to the back.

James had not trouble finding Dubeldore for there was only one room in the back of Hog's head. It was a sparsely decorated room. A lantern or two hung on the wall, an unused fireplace and one large table in the middle of the room where Dumbeldore sat. He held a somber expression on his face as James entered.

"Albus, what's going on out there?" demanded James taking a seat next to Dumbedore.

"That I'm afraid is a long story. That of which concerns that attack which took place at your house yester night."

"They're all dead aren't they?" asked James casting his eyes downward. The pain still cut deep, life without Lilly seemed almost unbearable.

"Not exactly," countered Dumbeldore.

"What?" asked James in surprise, his eyes glistening with tears.

"Young Harry survived."

"He did? Where is he?"

"I've sent him to his aunt and uncle."

"Aunt and uncle?"

"Petunia and Vernon Dursley."

"Lilly's sister? She hates magic! She'll rip into Harry or worse turn him out."

"Not to worry, I've seen to that."

"Why them? I can take care of him."

"I'm afraid that is not possible. You in physicality are still Remus."

"That doesn't mean I can't take care of Harry."

"In truth it does," explained Dumbeldore, "You are now Remus and no one can know otherwise. It would ruin all the work Remus has done. What would happen to Harry during the full moon, I might add."

"I see your point," consented James, "What about Sirius? He is his Godfather after all."

"I thought surly by now you would have realized that it was he who betrayed you and Lilly. He was your secret keeper after all."

Slowly things began to click in James' brain. His eyes grew big with shock his mouth began to curse Sirius calling him every fowl name in the book.

"I'm going to kill him… that's all there is to it. I'm going to kill him… next time I see him, he's a dead man!"

Dumbeldore calmly sat and watched James have his rage. When James had calmed down to a mute seething, Dumbeldore continued, "Now to answer your first question."

"My first question?"

"An explanation of the celebration going on."

James had forgotten all about the celebrating going on out side.

"As you know Harry survived the attack."

"Harry can't the reason for all that celebrating out there."

"Only partially, you see Voldemort cast the Avada Kedavara on young Harry, yet he happened to survive, while Voldemort did not. That is what the celebrating is about. Weather Voldemort is truly dead remains to be resolved in my book."

"You meant to tell me my son survived the Avad Kedavara curse unscratched?"

"Not unscratched he suffers from a lightning bolt cont on his forehead which I believe will scar."

"That's it?"

"Pertaining to Harry, yes," nodded Dumbeldore, he then waited for all the information he had just shared with James to sink in.

"What else is there?" ventured James.

"As I have mentioned before, Remus is dead."

"Yes," nodded James trying to figure where Dumbeldore was going with this.

"This means that the Vicissitudo can not be reversed."

"I understand."

"Also, you can no longer go by the name James. You must always be Remus John Lupin. Not even I will address you as James. This is for security reasons."

It took a minute for James to take this in. He didn't anticipate this part of the Vicissitudo. No longer being James, it didn't sit right.

"Bearing that in mind Remus, I must discuss your new role in the Order."

"The Order? It still exists?"

"Yes, I do not believe Vodemort is truly dead, but rather indisposed at this time. Seeing as it was Sirius who was the traitor and not you, you are now welcome to Order meeting once again, though some will always lend a wary eye you way. As to your position amon the wolves, I would like you to maintain contact. Hopefully create good relations between us and the wolves."

"About that," hesitantly spoke up James, "I'm not entirely sure that is possible. As you know Fenrir has been out for my blood and hold powerful swat over the wolves. According to Rhea, the only way for Fenrir to possible trust me, for me to reach almost any wolf, I have to bite someone."

"That is a most unfortunate set back," pondered Dumbeldore, "Seeing as biting some one is not an option our best bet would probably be for you to disappear, contacting distant wolves, establishing good relations with them."

"I can do, that," agreed James. The thought of disappearing was welcoming. James needed a change somewhere where he could not be reminded of Lilly and all that has gone on in the last few days.

"Good to hear that," warmly smiled Dumbeldore standing up to say goodbye to James.