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I stood, frozen in shock, as Remus walked to the vacated section of the Gryffindor table to sit down instead of going to the empty spot beside Sirius. My mind begins spinning, trying to come up with a logical explanation for this. I don't remember ever being told about a fight between the Marauders, but that doesn't really mean there hadn't been one at some point. But for Remus to sit completely alone? That's absurd.

~Harry, take in your surroundings, what is right and what is wrong with what you see?~

I frowned as I looked around, everything was wrong, but everyone acted as though it was all right. The laughter, the jeers from the Slytherins- even the joyous laughter from Sirius and James while Lily scolded them and Peter tried to look as small as possible. The one thing that was most obvious to me was the seclusion of one Remus Lupin. I sighed, calmly walking over and sitting down beside him. None of this makes sense. I'm about to ask Remus what happened, but someone, clearing their throat, made me pause.

"Well, hello there," James practically purred. The smirk on his face; not one that seems remotely friendly. "I haven't seen you around here before, you must be a first year then."

"What makes you think that?" I asked, genuinely curious. James chuckled,

"Because you're over here, sitting with him. No one does that anymore. Poor Mooney here doesn't deserve friends. He's cursed, a disgrace, nothing. Come with me and you will find better company." James smirked, holding his hand out towards me, I just stared blankly at it. His words swam through my head, building my anger until a goblet shattered next to us, Zuna whispering in my ear.

~Calm, my childe, you must keep all control of your magic. I can only help you so much when you lose the control you have. Everything is fine; do not worry about Remus, not yet at least. Ignore your father's hateful words. Calm down, and take deep breaths.~

After I had listened to Zuna, and calmed myself down, the goblet was easily fixed. Looking up, I nearly gave a smile at James' white face.

"Sorry, I am actually a sixth year, like you and Remus, here. Also, I will be glad to assure you than I am no one's play toy. Come on Remus, let's go somewhere no one will bother us." I tugged on Remus' arm, guiding him out the doors and towards the Room of Requirement .

The walk there was spent in silence, Remus not wanting to speak, in fear of being snapped at, and I am focused on trying to figure out how things could have gone so wrong. We walked up the stairs, passed portraits, until I paused in the corridor and began to pace. Remus watched me, confused, but I focused on what I wanted the Room to give us. The door slowly appeared, and I held in a laugh at Remus' expression of awe.

"How did you know about this place?" he asked, and I pause, thinking of how to answer that question.

"I have my ways…" I mysteriously reply, a small smile gracing my lips, as the wolf shrugs, and follows me into the room supplied for us. It's medium in size, a fireplace on the far wall lit, two chairs and a table sitting in front of the fire. All of the colors were a mix of Gryffindor and Slytherin - if Remus notices - he doesn't mention it. We sit on the chairs, him taking the Gryffindor colored one, and me the Slytherin.

"Remus can you explain what happened just now? Why did he treat you like that? I thought…" I sighed, glancing up at him.

"What is there to say? You saw it happen. Why did you even sit with me, anyways? I thought you were going to sit with the other sixth years. You shouldn't hang around me, you know." Remus spoke, pulling at a string on his clothes absentmindedly. I gave a sigh; now what am I supposed to do?

"Why do they treat you like that?" I watched as Remus tensed slightly.

"Because of my curse… because I'm different. Gay." Remus hesitated, but I don't look away from him, make sure he knows I'm listening.

"I see. Have you ever been friends with them?" I ask, changing the topic as much as possible.

"Yes…at one point. But when I told them about, both my curse, and that I was gay, they turned on me. They began making my life hell. They told everyone I was gay, but kept my curse to only a select few. I became an outcast: no friends, no family, nothing. If you continue to hang around me they will treat you the same. I promise, if you stop hanging around me, I can get the Headmaster to move you to a different room so you don't have to be around me at all. It would be-"

"Remus!" I cut him off, "I am not going to leave you now that I am already here. What they are doing is wrong. I want to be friends with you, not them, not anyone else in this school. You deserve so much better than what they have done. But I will need you to trust me, no matter how often, I avoid telling the truth. I only do that because I must, but one day, I promise to tell you everything. Okay?" I stood, Remus doing the same.

"O-okay." I grinned, stepping in the direction of the door.

"Great! Now let's go to the kitchens!"

"Wha- Harry! Wait a second!" I laughed as Remus rushed to catch up to me.

That night, I sat on my bed in silence, as I waited for Remus to fall asleep. Once I could be sure he was sleeping, I gently prodded Zuna awake.

~What is it, my childe? I was sleeping.~ She hissed at me in slight annoyance.

~Sorry, I have a favor I must ask of you.~

~What do you need of me?~ Zuna sighed, uncurling from the ball she had been twisted into.

~I need the ingredients to make Wolfsbane for Remus. The full moon is in three weeks. I need to be prepared.~

I smiled as she let out a soft chuckle.

~Very well, I will have the things you need.~

~Thank you, Zuna.~

We laid there in silence for a few minutes before another thought came to mind.

~What do you suppose happens now? Now that I am here, and settled in I mean.~

~There is another part to this, aside from being sent back in time, that you need to figure out on your own. You are here, free of your previous life. Now, something else will come to light.~

~And I presume you know what this something else is?~

~Of course I do, my childe.~

~Right, and you're not going to tell me what it is either.~

~It is for you to figure out. Now, go to sleep.~

~Fine.~

I fell into a deeper slumber than usual, oblivious to the silent whispers of my name.

Remus POV

I had woken up early, despite it being Sunday, and opted to skip breakfast. I headed down to the Black Lake. Hardly anyone wakes up this early, so I didn't see anyone on my way out. I need to get a break from all the ridicule thrown at me on a daily basis. It was around 10 a.m., while I was calmly skipping rocks along the lake, that a bright pink light suddenly blinded me. Stumbling back a little, I shielded my eyes with my arms, until it faded and disappeared. Slowly, uncovering my eyes, all my senses on high alert, I glanced around to figure out what happened. I didn't see anything at first, then I heard a small groan and angry hissing. Moving forward a little, my eyes eventually fell upon a boy, lying unconscious about a foot from me.

He had slightly wavy brown hair that extended to his shoulders, and pale skin that looked smooth. He looked to be at least a second or third year, with his small stature. My eyes went over his clothes; plain shirt and pants. The one thing that confuses me is the fact he isn't wearing house robes, but muggle clothes. That gives the idea he is either a first or seventh year. His height gives the idea that he can't be either one of them, though. I froze, hearing a hiss coming from underneath the boy, remembering the angry hissing when he first appeared out of the pink light. That thought makes me scrunch my nose - maybe I'm finally losing my mind. Shaking the thought off, I watched as a vibrant green snake wriggles from underneath him, seemingly annoyed at being crushed, but making no move to harm the boy in retribution.

I continued to watch as the snake looked around, and then slithered over to some kind of vial. It then picked the vial up between its teeth, and carefully placed it in the boys' pants pocket. So, the snake belongs to the boy then? I momentarily paused, as it looked up at me, as if just now noticing me, though I know it knew I was here from the very beginning. Normally people from Gryffindor are terrified of snakes, calling them evil because they are the symbol of Slytherin, but after waking up in snake dens more times than I can count, thanks to my monthly excursions, I find I'm not afraid of them at all. More curious, really. I've always wondered what it would be like to be able to talk to them.

Looking back over to the boy, I walked to his side to try and poke him awake. I did this repeatedly, following when he tried to move away from my finger, and grumbled under his breath, until he suddenly sat up, his head ramming hard into my own and I'm met with darkness. Only moments later though I'm being woken back up, my eyes meeting with stunning green and concern mixed with shock.

When he says "Remus." I really wasn't expecting it. How does he know me when I don't even know him? Maybe he heard someone talking about me. Something tells me that's not right either, though. So, what could it be? Today's already been a pain, literally and figuratively, and it's barely even started. Now that I think about it, he looks like Potter, except for the bright green eyes. Maybe they are somehow related or something, that would also explain how he knows me.

When he asked what year it was, and seemed confused that he wasn't wearing his house robes, I figured he had a few screws loose or something. I could find myself, strangely drawn to him, despite his weirdness. But, who am I to talk? I'm nothing more than a freak. If he knew, he wouldn't talk to me either; that brings me back to the question of: Why he isn't ignoring me like the others? He asked me to take him to Dumbledore, so he could speak to him. Probably about why he suddenly appeared out of thin air. I honestly don't think taking him to Dumbledore is such a great idea, but since there really isn't much of any other option, I had to. I don't quite trust the Headmaster, his scent just doesn't sit right with me nor my wolf. He doesn't smell, Light at all, even though he proclaims that he is.

This boy, who looks like Potter, and yet not like him, was interesting, to say the least. With how he carried himself as he walked, I could see that he has had a rough life, and holds many secrets. But, those secrets weren't good secrets, from the way his eyes shone. His magic is strong, as it gently wafted around him, both protective and dangerous. I can't help but wonder what his past has been like; maybe we don't have all that much different between us after all. But what will happen when he meets the others - if he hasn't already? Or, what if this is just some prank, thought out by Black to ruin me even more? I'm lucky enough that they haven't told everyone I'm cursed, they just told people I'm gay. I found that out while in third year, after waking up with some strange guy I've never met, after a night of partying, when we won a Quidditch game.

After Dumbledore had me come back in and said that the boy was rooming with me, I was shocked. Why would he put the boy in the same room as me? The Headmaster should know that could be dangerous. Then I realize: he's a transfer student. Then, he isn't related to Potter? Harry Evott…guess he really isn't related to him. Then, how in the world, does he know my name?

The walk to my room was rather silent, but I didn't really mind. However, as we reached my room, his snake came up to me. I paused, as she tasted the air around me, knowing she would find out many things about me, with that one little gesture. It worried me a little bit, but as she hissed something before slithering off, I shrugged it off as nothing.

I sighed as we walked down to the Great Hall. I can't help but wonder what Harry will do: will he sit with me? Or sit somewhere else, and surround himself with other house members? I sighed, again, as my wolf gave a soft whine at the idea of him sitting elsewhere. So, I was really rather shocked, when he sat down right next to me, but I felt stupid for feeling hopeful when James marched over. Of course, there's still the chance of Harry changing his mind after James says, what he usually says. I, involuntarily flinched, lightly when the goblet suddenly shattered. Did Harry really just do that without a wand or verbal words? Is he mad at James, or is he mad at me, for being the wretched thing I am? Or, maybe, he just feels insulted? I really don't know, but the last thing I expected was for Harry to tug me from the room.

I was expecting the questions as we walked into the suddenly appearing room - how he knew of its existence - I have no clue. I've been here for years and didn't know about it. After a point, I couldn't stop worrying about what would happen to Harry, if he would continue to hang around me. Suggesting he move somewhere else, and stay away from me seemed like a good idea. Until he completely denied the option, stating he wished to remain in my room. I thought he would jump at the chance to get away from a worthless being like me. I was even more startled when he asked me to trust him. My wolf, purring in satisfaction as he looked at me, wasn't helping my confusion any. Neither was my racing heartbeat. What the hell is wrong with me?

That night I fell asleep, forgetting about the nearing full moon.