Authors Note: My beta decided to be all technical and point out that the full moon in this year was actually a week later. Forgive my non-technicality, and maybe I'll write a better chapter next time. Deal? Sorry it took so long. Spring Break, lots of homework, family issues, etc.

Also, Trigger Warning. In this chapter, Lennette has a NON-GRAPHIC seizure and Remus has a transformation.

Remus had just sat down to listen to Professor Flitwick's first Charms lesson, when a word was spoken that triggered uncontrolled thought.

James and Sirius sat in front of him, passing notes about Merlin-knows-what, and catching laughs at each other's ideas.

Remus remembered Peter. Where is Pete anyways? I haven't seen him all morning.

Remus came to the conclusion that Peter had probably gone to see the school nurse in the early hours of the morning; he had had a lot of pie last night.

Just as Professor Flitwick had finished talking about how excited he was about teaching this particular group of students, the door squeaked open and all heads turned. In stepped Lennette, clutching a small note and pulling an oversized book bag back onto her shoulder.

Lennette walked as discreetly as possible to the front of the classroom, handing the note to the curious professor.

Flitwick glanced over the note, and gave a big grin. "Ah! Lennette! Please, go sit down next to Remus."

Remus' face lost all its color in that moment. He wanted to be friends with her. They seemed to have something in common. Only, he knew James and Sirius would never let them just be friends. They seemed to be the type to make drama if there was none around, or even if there was some. If Pete told them about last night on the boat, it would just give them even more evil plans. This seating situation would not help with the problem, much.

Just to prove that Pete told them, James turned his head around and made one of those exaggerated kissing faces. If there was any color left in his face after the first flush, it diminished. Luckily, none but Remus saw.

When Lennette sat down, Flitwick continued his lesson. "Tomorrow, we will test your hand at Charms with the 'Wingardium Leviosa' charm. Today, I will explain the some of the simple concepts of Charms."

Remus listened intently, but could not completely concentrate because Lennette's hand was twitching. He could tell she was trying to stop it, due to the terrified expression on her face, and her shoving her twitching hand between her legs.

She was obviously scratching the insides of her mind for what to do. Remus was very confused. Even more so when Lennette grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill, and with the other hand wrote something while muttering something silently to herself. When she slipped the note to him he was even more surprised.

He looked at the parchment, but it was blank. The scared girl remembered something and jabbed Remus' finger with her quill. He wanted to scream from the anger right then, but something told him not to. A voice. Remus thought.

Lennette guided Remus' bleeding finger to the parchment. When his blood touched the paper, he thought he had been sucked into a dream. He had never seen such a thing. The blood formed words.

Lennette's Medical Instructions

Remus, I trust you.

If I pass out, get Mme Pomfrey.

If I start breathing really heavily, get Mme Pomfrey.

Don't try anything stupid.

Lennette

Remus gulped. This day was not going well for him. He glanced up at Lennette. She was still preoccupied with her hand.

At the end of class, something began to happen. Luckily, since they were sitting in the back row of the class, no one noticed the spasms, but Remus. The bell rang, and Lennette was slowly getting up. "Remus," she said urgently, still twitching "can you walk me to Madame Pomfrey? I think…"

Remus could see her blacking out. He quickly reached to stabilize her, but then fell in his arms with a soft thump. Flitwick scurried over, worried. "Go get Madame Pomfrey, Remus!" squeaked Flitwick. He was just about to go when Sirius and James called back, "We can run faster!" They were off without a backward glance.

Remus thought to himself two things while Flitwick was performing various charms on the girl. 'Please let her be all right' and 'Yah right. You can run faster than a werewolf.'

All through Defense Against the Dark Arts, all Remus could think about was Lennette. I hope she's alright. What about Peter? He is in the Hospital Wing. He will probably know soon enough.

Defense Against the Dark Arts dragged on. Basically, the new teacher introduced himself and talked about what he did before he was asked by Dumbledore to teach here, at Hogwarts, this past summer. The man's name was Kendrick Liverburrow. Remus didn't like the guy much. He was very self absorbed and didn't seem to know much about the subject. I could be a better teacher than him. Then he had a darker thought. I could even use myself as an example.

When lunch finally arrived, Remus was happy to see Lennette there. "You're alive!". He was glad Sirius and James had not arrived yet. He wanted to talk to Lennette. He felt like he had to, like it was the right thing to do.

"So…" he asked. "How did you do that? The thing with the note."

Lennette sat there in silence, thinking, then said, "I just... did."

Remus was kind of angry at this response. "Lennette. We are first years at Hogwarts, and on the first day you perform a wand-less, nearly wordless charm. A person can't just do that. What's up?"

Lennette fidgeted in her seat, and turned to him. Remus looked into her deep blue eyes. Wait. Deep blue. "Your eyes are BLUE! Yesterday, on the train, they were blue too, but then they turned GREY! I knew they turned grey! And then you started twitching and stuff!"

Lennette looked around to make sure they were not being watched or overheard, and gritting her teeth, said, "You are a smart werewolf, Remus. You should have been Ravenclaw."

Remus was flabbergasted. "So I'm right! They were grey?" He took Lennette standing up and walking away as a 'yes'. He grabbed two sandwiches, and chased after her.

"Lennette!" he shouted. She stopped to let him catch up. "Who are you?"

Lennette laughed. "Funny you should ask. That's the wrong question. Dumbledore asked the right one." She muttered something, sounding hurt, that sounded like 'What are you?'.

With this, Lennette bolted towards Gryffindor Tower, seeming to be crying. Remus followed at a walking pace, in deep thought.

When Remus arrived at the almost empty Gryffindor Tower, he found Lennette curled up on a windowsill, clutching a diary, which he could have sworn was faintly glowing. He didn't ask about it, but just said, "I brought you a sandwich." He handed her one of the sandwiches he grabbed, and took a bite out of his own.

Lennette smiled weakly, and took a bite out of her sandwich. "Sorry I stormed off. It's just… you caught on so quickly. I guess the note didn't help though..."

Remus smiled weakly, too. "It didn't, but I won't ask any more questions about today. I promise. I also promise not to tell anyone what I know."

Lennette sighed, but smiled. "Thanks. I am glad to have a friend."

Remus blinked awkwardly in the silence, finally Lennette spoke again. "Good luck tonight. I don't think you'll have a bad moon."

"You sound like a Werewolf Weather-Woman." Remus held an imaginary microphone to his mouth, and spoke will a very sarcastic tone. "This Is Lennette Meadows, bringing you Remus' Pain report. He will be howling in pain tonight. Literally howling, he may even tear himself to shreds, because of the new location."

Lennette's smile broke. "Sorry. I know some about werewolves. My cousin, Henry, was one. I don't know a lot, though. It's just… the moon hurts me too, as you saw earlier."

Remus kept his promise about the 'not asking about today thing', and sank down into one of the chairs. "What happened to him? Henry."

"He was forced to sit in a silver chair and drink a potion with wolf's bane in it. He was only five."

"Oh..." responded Remus. He decided to end that conversation topic.

"You are too smart Remus," Lennette said solemnly, "and I trust you too much. I feel like we are equals, but we are not. You are so much better of a creature than I."

Remus had never been so confused in his life. What can be worse than being a werewolf? If she were, say, a Veela, every boy would just gravitate to her, and they are not worse than werewolves. And they are not affected by the moon.

Lennette spoke again. "I am sure you are probably searching your mind right now for what I am, but you will never figure out. The only thing I will tell you is that I am the first and last of my kind. At least, I hope the last. No one deserves this pain." Without looking at the clock, Lennette said, "Transfiguration starts in 20 minutes. I have to go talk to Professor McGonagall."

"I'll come, too. I don't have anything better to do."

Lennette thought for a moment. "I guess I won't be telling her anything you haven't found out already. So you can come."

Half way down to the Transfiguration room, James and Sirius found Lennette and Remus.

"Wow. You're out of the hospital wing that quickly? What happened anyways? Have you seen Pete?" asked Sirius.

Lennette immediately responded, "I have… seizures. Epilepsy. Basically the neurons in my brain misfire. It's complicated. Basically, I can't really concentrate on stuff well, but I am fine. And Pete's in the hospital wing. He was scared last night that some, and I quote, 'giant, ugly bunny rabbits would eat him.' Madame Pomfrey is just reassuring him that they don't actually exist. I also think that growing up being taught magic is not real, and then being sent to a magical school, kind of caught him off his guard, and the stress only just set in and stuff. I think it is common with muggle borns"

An awkward silence engulfed the four. "We should probably get going, Lennette." She was standing there, unmoving, eyes fixed on one thing. He was a fifth year. Remus remembered him as the Slytherin prefect, Lucius Malfoy. Her expression was completely blank.

Remus gripped Lennette's cold, tiny hand and dragged her towards where he believed the Transfiguration room to be.

The sudden jerk seemed to snap Lennette out of her trance. Remus noticed Lennette's scared expression. It was similar to the one earlier. Remus dismissed this fact, and continued dragging Lennette down the corridor.

Remus turned right, and Lennette said, "The Transfiguration room is left, not right." Remus was about to ask how she knew this for sure, when he saw a door with a board nailed to it saying 'Transfiguration.'

Remus blushed and let go of Lennette's hand. Lennette and Remus walked over to the door, and then Lennette knocked.

Someone called, "Come in!" and the two entered, and behind a large desk at the far end of the room stood the tall woman who had revived Lennette the previous night.

Lennette was the first to speak and said, "Professor. I just wanted to ask if you heard about earlier, and if Professor Dumbledore told you about my 'problems' yet."

McGonagall did not even have to think about a response. "Yes, I have been notified of your… situation. And about Charms. I see that you are now feeling better. And may I ask why you brought Remus along?"

"He already knows more than he should Professor. About my situation, I mean. And I know about his." McGonagall responded in a serious tone. "So you know about his… ill grandmother?"

"No. Please don't try to lie to me." responded Lennette blankly. "I know that he is a werewolf, and I know that you knew... Since you are the head of his house… and mine."

McGonagall was wide eyed and terrified. "You know? Remus!" The professor directed some anger at Remus. "You told her? You told someone? This is horrible! If this information gets into the wrong hands, Remus, you're done for! Hogwarts is done for!"

Remus took the shouts, and simply responded, "I didn't tell her. She figured it out herself, Professor, when we met on the train. I don't know how, but she did."

McGonagall looked very puzzled. She seemed to accept it though, without any questions. Students began entering the room. Might as well enjoy the rest of the day. Remus thought, With all this drama, it could be my last.

Later that evening after dinner, Remus and Madame Pomfrey took the first of many trips down into the tunnels under the Whomping Willow, and to the specially prepared shack. Not a minute after the young Witch arrived back at her office; there came a horrible howl of pain that would later become a legend. As the cry reached Gryffindor Tower, it pierced the ears of a first year unique to her age. The first of many shrieks that night finally tapered as the girl turned to look at the Man in the Mirror, waiting for a response to the first of many very complicated questions. "Why me?"