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Chapter Two:

Harry didn't know why he was waiting in the Shrieking Shack for Remus to wake up. Maybe he was feeling guilty for the scratches on his shoulders. Maybe it was his towering rage that no-one else had arrived yet. Or maybe, just maybe, because he knew what it was like to wake up alone

Remus's eyes were bleary, and his memories were hazy. But one thing was sure, unalterable. Sirius and James hadn't been there. Peter was hardly ever here, he had to visit his mother instead. But they had betrayed him, they left him and- Oh god! Had he hurt someone? Without them there to tell them he had no way of knowing! His fear escalated, he could be executed, and he could have condemned another human being to a life like his. His breath began to come in ragged gasps. He sat up suddenly and pain ripped through him. He screamed slightly and someone pushed him down onto the dusty floorboards of the Shrieking Shack. "Hush," they said gently, "Relax, your injuries are pretty bad. Sorry about that." The voice turned a little sheepish by the last sentence. Remus's eyes came into focus, and he saw somebody he didn't even know.

His snow white hair flopped endearingly onto his pale soft features. He was sitting cross-legged with his elbows on his knees. His head was resting on his hands, and his strange silver eyes were sparkling but full of concern. He was wearing surprisingly Muggle clothing: jeans, a white T-shirt and a thick trench-coat.

"Who are you?" he croaked painfully.

The man smiled softly but widely, "If I tell you, will you stop talking? It's going to hurt you more. I am Shaun Frost."

Harry was now used to his new name, it suited him better somehow. Harry Potter was dead to him, but Shaun Frost had just been born. He'd never realised how timid and small Remus had been, even at 17 he'd yet to fill out. Something in him called to Shaun, and made him want to protect the boy who looked so out of his depth, and so afraid. He placed a hand on Remus's forehead to check his temperature. To his horrified surprise, he felt magic flowing along the channel created by the contact between their skin. His eyes widened as the scratches on the boy's shoulders closed, leaving not even a scar, Remus relaxed, suggesting that the bruises he couldn't see had gone, and the ones on Remus's arms were definitely fading.

"Well," Shaun choked out, "That's new..."

Remus cleared his throat, and able to talk, a barrage of questions poured forth:

"What are you doing here? Why did you heal me? How did you heal me? Did I hurt anybody? Do you even know me? Where did you come from?"

Shaun laughed and held up his hands. "Slow down. To answer your questions: I'm here to check you're okay after last night. I healed you because you were hurt, silly. I don't know how, though: it's never happened to me before. You didn't hurt anybody, I was there. I don't know if you have any memories of your time as a werewolf, but I was the white wolf. I don't know you, I landed here minutes before I heard you howling. I don't even know how I got here." Shaun felt slightly guilty, but no true lies had passed his lips. He didn't know this younger Lupin, far weaker and more timid than the one who held him back when Sirius nearly died, though his own fear and grief must have been tearing him apart.

"What is your name?" he asked, though he knew it already. Oh yes, he thought, I know it well.

"Remus Lupin."

This may sound like a strange question, but what year is it?" his lips quirked in an apologetic smile, but his eyes betrayed the importance of the information.

"1977."

Oh, crap! Shaun thought, as his worst fears were confirmed. He wasn't in his own time anymore, and he had no way to get back.

The werewolf sprawled on the floor didn't seem to notice this reaction. He asked a question of his own quickly.

"Why did you transform?"

Shaun sighed, he really did not want to be the reason Remus knew what had happened. But on the other hand, he would rather that the man heard it from someone like him, rather than Snape, whose personality he had no illusions about.

"You had escaped from wherever you were being kept safe. You... you nearly attacked somebody. I transformed to protect him, and you."

Remus looked white. He was probably in shock; after all, the Marauders had never betrayed him before. Shaun's eyebrows knitted together in concern when the werewolf continued to stay silent. "Are you okay?"

Remus was now shaking in shock and anger. "There are only three people who could have let me out. They have betrayed me."

Shaun rested a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry. But, can you walk? We should be getting back. The sun's rising over there?"

He pointed, and sure enough, the sun was peeking out from over the lake, tossing pink shadows over the glittering lake.

Remus stood easily. "Thanks to you, I'm fine."

They made it easily out of the Shack, though Shaun was practically on his hands and knees in the tunnel at some points. Remus shivered violently when they were out in the open air, though he was wearing a school issue robe. Shaun shrugged off his leather coat and draped it over Remus's shoulders. Remus looked confused and a bit afraid. Shaun blinked, why was he looking like that?

"You were shivering," Shaun said by way of explanation.

"But you're wearing less than I was..." Remus said, his forehead crinkled with confusion.

"Logic has never been my strong point" smiled Shaun. Remus shook his head.

"Will I ever understand you?" he said ruefully.

Shaun grinned again. "Many have tried and gone insane."

That startled a laugh out of the werewolf, and before they knew it, Remus was at a small door in the side of the castle.

"Dumbledore doesn't want anybody to know I'm a werewolf. This door opens onto a staircase that leads directly to the hospital wing." Remus' voice was bitter, his face stony.

"Screw Dumbledore. He can't stop me from knowing now can he?"

They strode into the hospital wing, and Shaun found Dumbledore's wand drilling into his forehead.

Shaun swallowed.

"Um, Good morning?"

Hee Hee! Cliffhanger-ish ending!

Here's the uber-easy question for this chapter:

Where is Peter when he is supposedly visiting his mother?

(This makes up for the hard one last time!)