This takes place about two years after Chapter 1.

Remus was walking to his car after a long day of work. There had been a food fight in the cafeteria that day in the school, and he had been stuck cleaning it up by himself for hours after school had ended. He was almost to his car when he heard a whimper.

"What the-?" he muttered under his breath, looking around for the source of the sound. He couldn't see anything, so he shrugged and started to move on to his car when he heard it again. This time, he could tell that it was coming from underneath one of the bushes by the side of the school. He walked over to it and lifted the branches to peer underneath.

It was a child.

A small child, maybe three or four year old, wearing just an over sized shirt. It appeared to be a boy. Remus grabbed the child under the arms and lifted him into his arms, resting him against the side of his hip. "What were you doing under there?" he asked gently, smoothing his hand over the boy's back to calm him down. He stopped when his hand brushed something wet. "Did you have an accident?" He asked. "It doesn't matter if you did, we can deal with-" he lifted his hand off of the child's back to see a streak of crimson blood on it. "What's this? Did you hurt yourself?" He lifted the back of the shirt and gasped.

There, on the child's left shoulder, was a bloody bite. He leaned forward and sniffed it, rearing back in shock as his suspicions were confirmed. A werewolf bite. He stared at the child for a moment before coming to a sudden decision and heading back to his car with the boy still in his arms.

"I don't know what I'm going to do with you, but I've got to do something," he muttered under his breath. He shifted the child in his arms as he clung tighter to his neck, one of his thumbs finding its way into his mouth.

Back in his apartment, Remus stood next to the table where he had set the child. "Come on, just let me take this off so I can make your back feel better," he soothed gently.

"Hurts," the child whimpered.

"I know, but I can make it feel better."

The boy looked up at him tearfully. "Where mommy go?"

Remus sighed. "I don't know, little one. But I can help. Just let me take that shirt of."

With the shirt off, Remus could see that the boy was bruised and scraped all over his chest, but he ignored that for the moment in order to concentrate on the bite in his shoulder. He lifted a wet towel in his hands.

"This might sting a bit, but just keep still." The boy flinched at the first touch of the towel, then seemed to relax at the feeling of cool water trickling into the bite.

After Remus had washed away the dirt and congealed blood, he cleaned it with soap and water, dried it, then wrapped a clean bandage around the boy's shoulder. Then he proceeded to clean all the other cuts on the boy's little put away all the medical supplies he had brought out, then turned back to the boy, lifting one of his shirts that he had grabbed from his closet over the boy's head. "I really need to get you some clothes that fit," he muttered under his breath. "And I don't know what else you'll need. Merlin knows where I'll get the money. Or the time."

He turned back to the boy. "Alright, little one, what's your name?"

The boy stared up at him with big eyes, pulling his thumb out of his mouth for just long enough to answer Remus' question. "Danny."

Remus smiled. "Ok, then, Danny, where's your mommy?"

"Mommy sleep."

"Where's your daddy?"

Danny just shook his head.

Remus bit his lip. "Danny, what happened to your shoulder?" He pointed at the bite.

Danny's eyes filled with tears. "Bad dog," he whispered. "Bad dog hurt Danny."

"What happened to the bad dog?" Remus asked, hoping that the werewolf hadn't had time to learn Danny's scent. If it had, then they would have to take precautions.

"Bad dog ran." Danny yawned, drawing Remus' attention back to the situation at hand. "Are you hungry, Danny?" he asked gently.

Danny nodded bashfully. "Like milk."

"You like milk?" Remus smiled. "Well, that's good, because I have some right here."

After Danny had drunk his milk, and eaten some apple slices, he was already half asleep, so Remus just took him the bathroom then lifted him onto his bed to rest, deciding to clear up what had happened to him when he woke up. With the boy settled for the night, he moved back to the kitchen and grabbed a pad of paper and pencil, sat down at the table and rested his elbows on the table, ready to make plans.

"Alright, so I can't tell the magical congress that I have a young werewolf on my hands because they'll just take him and put him in one of their werewolf concentration camps, and that's no place for a small child, let alone one that's a werewolf. But, on the other hand, I can't take care of him myself because I don't have the resources or supplies to, and if the werewolf that bit him had enough time to recognize his scent . . . then we'd definitely have problems." He rested his head on his hands dispiritedly. "What am I going to do?"

He looked around as if trying to find the answer somewhere in the room. His eyes passed over the box of galleons that he kept on his shelf, his mind flashing back to the discussion in Zoe's tent. "What did she call it," He muttered under his breath, "An iris message?"

Later that night, Remus was woken by the sound of someone clearing their throat. He immediately jumped up off the couch, his blanket falling onto the ground as he grabbed his wand from the table next to him. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" he hissed, holding his wand out threateningly.

"Peace, brother," he heard a smooth voice say. The figure stepped forward into the light shining through the window from the half-moon. It was Celyn, the hunter he had met two years previously. "Our Lady sent me to you to ask what the problem is."

Remus blinked in surprise. "The problem?"

"Lady Artemis said that you needed help," Celyn responded. "She said that you contacted her and requested that she send help."

She sat down on the arm of the couch. "So, do you need anything?"

Remus looked carefully at her, "If I did have a problem, what could you do to help?"

She rolled her eyes. "Well, that depends entirely on what your problem is."

Remus looked down at his hands, deep in thought. Coming to a decision he looked up at her. "I do have a problem," he said quietly. "Earlier today I found a child, perhaps three or four years old, who had been bitten by a werewolf. If I turn him in to the magical congress, he'll be branded with silver and left in a werewolf concentration camp with no one to care for him." He shifted uncomfortably on the couch. "Most magical governments don't care about dark creatures like us. But, since I don't want to turn him in, the only other option that I can see is caring for the child myself, but I don't have the resources or the time to do so, not to mention I may have to protect him from an angry wolf looking for their pup." He looked up at her. "So, what do you suggest?"

"Hm," Celyn drummed her fingers on her thigh. "Do you still work at that school where we ran into you a couple years back?"

"Yes, why?"

"If you had another job offer, how soon could you leave them?"

"Well, I don't know, I've never thought about it before. What exactly are you suggesting?"

Celyn leaned forward seriously. "You are not the first . . . individual that the hunters have met who is persecuted through no fault of their own. Lady Artemis is thinking about creating a sanctuary, where people who are not accepted into normal society can live together in peace, unhindered by those who fear them. However, her idea is not finalized and is still in the planning stage." She looked up at him. "If the Lady agrees, would you be willing to leave your job here to help prepare and plan for the sanctuary?"

Remus drew back in surprise. "What? That's so . . . sudden. I don't know . . . I'd have to think about it."

Ceyln nodded understandably. "That is perfectly understandable. And, in the meantime, you have been called in sick for the next week and we have someone who will be substituting for you in your job, so you will continue to receive your paycheck. Also," She reached into one of her pockets, pulling out a small silver bag. "There are a few supplies here for you and the child." She stood up, setting the bag on the couch next to Remus. "Think carefully about the offer. We won't give it again."

"And if I have any questions about this offer of yours?"

"You can just iris message us again. But next time, call me, not Lady Artemis."

Remus nodded. "Ok, then, I'll do that. And I'll get in touch in a few days when I have thought things over."

"Wait, why do you have supplies for the boy with you? Did you already know he was here? Then why did you ask me if I had a problem when you knew very well that I did? And why did you just appear in my living room in the middle of the night? I do have a doorbell, you know! Merlin, you lot are worse than Dumbledore!"

Celyn just shrugged. "Sorry, I have no control over my actions. Marylou made me do everything. Blame her."

"Wait, if you have no control over your actions, then do I? Is anything I say or do caused by myself or am I just a pawn in some cruel, pointless game that this Marylou thinks up? Am I even alive? WHAT IS THE MEANING OF MY EXISTENCE? AAAAUUUUGGGHHHH!"

Just to clarify, Artemis is willing to help and work with Remus because he's a werewolf and she's the goddess of the moon, so she feels responsible for him. And the sanctuary is not for monsters, it is for the humanoid magical creatures of Harry Potter, like centaurs, veela, vampires, werewolves, house elfs, etc. And if they're male, then they need special permission from Artemis.