Sorry it took so long to get this up! I'm revising for exams at the moment, but they'll be over soon! I'm not sure about this chapter, but I felt you should have a New Year present! Thanks to everyone who reviewed, favourited, or followed this story. Please R/R!

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Remus was walking down the seventh floor corridor, worrying about what James and Sirius were doing, when Harry stalked by him, glaring at the air in front of him as though it had personally insulted him.

"Harry? What-"He started, but Harry did not stop, rounding a corner out of sight.

Remus sighed; James and Sirius had clearly done something to upset him. He gathered the books he had dropped when Harry passed, and followed in the direction the boy had gone.

He rounded the corner – and stopped. The corridor was long and straight, but Harry was no where in sight. Even if he had run, he couldn't have got out of sight so quickly. All that was in the corridor was a large painting of some guy who was getting beaten up by a pair of trolls wearing tutu's.

Frowning, Remus walked back the direction he had come from – might as well try and find James and Sirius, there was no chance they were not involved in this.

Harry ground his teeth together, pacing around the circular room the Room of Requirement had made. He knew his father was bad, but he didn't think he was this bad. He thought he had matured in seventh year! Maybe he had a little way to go yet. But how could they be so cruel!

Head in hands, Harry sank onto one of the armchairs the room had produced. He had ruined any chance of friendship when he punched his father – he knew that. He just didn't know why they suddenly hated him. What had he done? Groaning, he closed his eyes and tried to think. He might be sitting there for a while.

Remus found his friends sitting in the Charms classroom, James glaring at a potion in his hand . Remus sat down in the seat they had saved for him and glared at them.

"Why did Harry pass me earlier looking as though he was about to commit murder?"

Sirius barked a laugh and James scowled.

"The bloody git broke my nose! Now I have to drink this disgusting potion Madam Pomfrey gave me. Git."

Remus sighed. He had a feeling James might have deserved that punch.

"What did you say to him?" he asked, resigned to the worst.

James looked uncomfortable.

"Well, he was defending Snape and I was angry, so I may have said some things."

Remus eyed him with the look Sirius had christened his "Professor Moony look". "What did you say James?"

James looked slightly nervous.

"I said that his parents would be proud of him, defending a Death Eater like Snape."

Remus stared at him, aghast.

"James! Do you even remember what he said to us on the first day?"

"That his girlfriend has six brothers?" Sirius chipped in helpfully. Remus glared at him.

"No, he told us that he moved here because his parents were killed. I'm sure your comment made him feel really welcome."

James gaped at him in horror.

"I'd forgotten that," He said, ashamed, "Damn, now I have to apologise to him."

"Woah woah woah," Said Sirius, sitting upright. "Are we just going to forget that he flirted with Lily and defended Snape? Come on James, just cause his parents died doesn't excuse what he did!"

James looking torn, staring at his Charms book.

"No, we can't leave him thinking we're that horrible. We don't have to be friends with him, I just want to say sorry."

"Fine," Sirius said, "But you can count me out. I don't want anything to do with him. I don't trust him. Where did he really come from? I swear there's something fishy about his story."

"Whatever, Padfoot." Said Remus, rolling his eyes, "Just don't accuse him of anything with no proof okay?"

"You wound me, Moony" Said Sirius, eyes wide, "When have I ever done anything rash?"

Remus sighed. It was only third lesson and he was already getting a headache.

Harry opened his eyes and glanced at his watch.

"Shit!" he yelped, jumping to his feet, "I missed Charms!"

He was also going to be late for Defence Against the Dark Arts if he did not hurry. He sprinted out the door, bowling over some very surprised looking first years, and headed for the third floor, taking a few shortcuts along the way.

He arrived panting, just before the teacher and looked around. He saw Lily sitting next to her friends and walked over to her. She looked surprised to see him.

"Oh, hello," She said smiling, offering him a chair which he took, "Are you feeling better?"

Harry had absolutely no clue what she was talking about, and it must have shown on his face, for she continued "I was worried when you didn't come to Charms, but Remus said you weren't feeling well and went to the hospital wing."

Now Harry was confused. Why would Remus do that? From what Harry knew, he sided with James and Sirius, and they certainly wouldn't approve of this.

But as he looked over to them, Remus smiled at him, and James grinned sheepishly. Harry just looked puzzled, but he couldn't talk to them, for at that moment the teacher walked in.

According to the Marauders, the professor's name was Professor Lute, and he had just started that year. Apparently he was good at his subject, but was one of the least liked teachers in the entire school already. He assigned ridiculous homeworks, gave detentions for nothing, and to top it all off, didn't even favour a house – no one was spared. Harry couldn't help but see the similarities between him and Snape, but couldn't speculate as Professor Lute started talking.

"As you know, the last two weeks we have been recapping your school years, as this is your last. As we are nearing the end of the third year lessons, we may move on to fourth year this lesson.

He turned round and wrote on the blackboard, 'DARK CREATURES'. Harry saw Remus stiffen out of the corner of his eye. This did not look good…

Professor Lute turned round and pointed at James.

"You boy, what is the name for the creature that lures wanderers into swamps by a light."

"A Hinkypunk sir," James answered smoothly. Professor Lute glared at him, but nodded, moving on.

"Which out of these three can NOT b repelled by a patronus; Dementor, Thestral, or Lethifold?"

It continued on in this fashion for a while, the questions answered correctly gained a glare, and those incorrectly answered earned sharp words and loss of house points. Harry thought he had escaped the questioning, but Professor Lute suddenly rounded on him.

"The new boy, eh? Well, let's see if you know your stuff. Name three ways to identify a werewolf."

"When transformed or beforehand?" Harry asked politely. Lute sneered at him.

"Because you asked, three for both."

Harry thought this was highly unfair, but held his tongue.

"When transformed, there's the tufted tail, the pointed snout and it is decidedly larger than any other wolf, and when they aren't transformed," Harry hesitated, not wanting to give Remus away, "when not transformed, they are often scarred, sick on upcoming full moons, and have heightened senses."

He tried not to look at Remus during this, though he could see he was shifting nervously.

"Almost correct," Said Lute gruffly, striding away to the front of the class, "But I couldn't help but notice you did not mention some of the characteristics of the werewolf when not transformed. A werewolf is often violent even when in human form, and they lost much of their human intelligence when they were bitten, leaving them with intelligence lower than the average human.

Harry stared at the man, outraged. He knew Remus was a werewolf and he was saying this? It wasn't even true! He looked at Remus, who was looking at his hands. Sirius and James were both glaring at Lute, and James opened his mouth to speak, but Harry spoke first.

"I'm sorry sir, but I believe you're wrong," Every head turned to Harry, who looked defiantly at Lute, whose eyes had widened.

"Do say" He said dangerously.

"Many werewolves live apart from humans, it's true, but many live amongst the wizard society, and there is no fact that says they are any less intelligent than uninfected humans." Harry said, trying to stay calm.

Lute glared at him.

"Werewolves are monsters and dark creatures, and many wizards don't think they should live!" he snapped, causing James and Sirius's heads to snap up and glare at him fiercely.

Harry stood up.

"The people who think that are either idiots or morons!" He yelled, drawing gasps from Lily and Alice; it was obvious what he was implying.

Lute narrowed his eyes.

"Detention, Mr Otter," he said coldly, his eyes glinting, "And if you don't like how I teach my class, I suggest you leave."

Harry glared at the man for a moment, before picking up his bag and striding out the room, slamming the door behind him and leaving a shocked silence in his wake.

"Well, that was…surprising." Said Sirius as they left the classroom at the end of the lesson, "Didn't think he would be one to stand up to a teacher, seems a bit of a goody goody to me."

Lupin glared at him.

"Maybe if you hadn't made him angry he wouldn't have shouted at Lute!" He said, looking angry himself.

"Woah, calm down Moony," Sirius said, looking surprised, "I thought you'd be happy he stood up for were-"

"Keep your voice down!" Remus hissed, looking around nervously, "Of course I'm pleased he's not prejudice, but I'm worried he might figure it out! He seems like he knows werewolves quite well, and let's face facts, we know nearly nothing about him!"

James looked over at his friend, confused.

"But you told us not to be mean to him and that I had to apologise?"

"Yes, but that doesn't mean I trust him. As much as I hate to say it, we need to know more about him."

At this, Sirius's face split into a wide, dog-like grin.

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" James asked disbelievingly, but starting to smile, "You want us to spy on him?"

"Not spy, exactly," Remus said hastily, "Just, keep your eyes open. Look out for anything suspicious."

"Will do Moony," Sirius said, an mischievous glint appearing in his eye, "Sirius Black is on the case!"

Rolling his eyes, Remus didn't say anything. They walked in silence for a while, heading for the Great Hall.

"Moony– "

"You still have to apologise."

"…Damn."

Another chapter! Wasn't sure about it, but wanted to get something up. Tell me what you think and if you have any ideas you want me to put in. Your reviews have given me some interesting ideas...