The normally crowded tables of the Leaky Cauldron pub had only a few patrons that night, a group of gentleman playing cards at the center table, and a man in one of the corner booths. He was sitting silently, staring out of the window into the dark, winding street. Charing Cross Road was almost deserted, and the shops had all closed early. He glanced down at the Daily Prophet in from of him, the headline read: "Potter or Plotter?" He scoffed and turned it over, to yet another article about Harry Potter. Couldn't the poor boy have some peace? From his latest letter to Sirius, he wasn't having a fun time at school, and was feeling more alone than ever.

"More fire whiskey, Remus?" the owner of the pub, Tom had appeared over him. He stared at Remus with concerned eyes, but seemed hesitant to inquire as to if Remus was okay. Remus shook his head, dropped a few knuts on the table and headed out of the door.

The crisp autumn air felt refreshing as he stepped into the dark street. Remus rubbed his hands together, and started walking south towards Leicester Square. When he got there, he descended into the dimly lit tunnel. He swiped his card, got on the subway, and sat in his usual spot. He gazed out the window as the car moved through the tunnel, not really paying attention to anything at all. Then, the intercom came on.

"Knightsbridge Station."

Remus jumped in his seat. Knightsbridge, a place he hadn't seen in over sixteen years. He hesitated, wondering if he should really go, just to see. After a minute or two, he got up, and headed out of the subway, up the stairs, and down the street.

Soon, he found himself standing in front of a huge manor. It was exactly how he had remembered it. He checked to see if the street was clear of muggles, and when he saw none he took out his wand. He tapped his head, an immediately became invisible. After he made sure his disillusionment charm was working, he crept up to the house. He came to an open window, and inside saw a cozy looking sitting room, with a well lit fireplace. He studied the room carefully, looking at the various pictures on the walls.

There were a few of two girls from infancy to teenage years. Both were beautiful, with golden hair and blue eyes. Soon his eyes found a wedding photo. A handsome, but serious looking man, with dark hair and cold eyes, was arm in arm with the most beautiful bride in London. She had pale blonde hair, and deep blue eyes that rivaled the ocean. He stared at her for what seemed an eternity, never expecting what was going to happen next.

The woman entered the room, clad in a ruby red robe. She walked right past the window, glancing out for only a split second. She made her way to the plump armchair and gracefully lowered herself into it. She then looked at the window, and Remus felt like she was staring right into his soul. His heart stopped, thinking the disillusionment charm had worn off too quickly. Then he glanced behind him, and found himself staring at the white glow of the moon.

Could she possibly remember him? After all of these years, would she still stare at the moon, dreading the night when it became full, and caused his terrifying transformation?

"Must you always stare at the moon, Odette?" a deep, Scottish voice brought Remus' attention back to the sitting room. The man from the photo was standing in the doorway, a stern expression on his face. Odette stood up, looking frightened.

"Alistair, you startled me. I thought you were in bed." She smiled at her husband, but Remus didn't see any love in it. She appeared to be afraid of this man, the one whom she should love and cherish.

Alistair walked over to Odette, and grabbed her hair, pulling her down, almost to the floor. She cried out in pain, and her body started trembling in fear.

"IF I EVER CATCH YOU THINKING OF HIM AGAIN, I WILL KILL YOUR DAUGHTERS!! DO YOU HEAR ME?! I WILL DESTROY EVERY LINK TO HIM, UNTIL ONLY YOU ARE LEFT BY YOURSELF! UNDERSTAND?!" he roared into her ear. She whimpered and nodded, tears staining her cheeks. Alistair threw her onto the floor; he turned and walked to the door, not once looking back.

Odette lay sobbing on the floor; her eyes were red and puffy from crying. Remus clenched his fists in fury. How dare he harm her! She was the kindest creature on this earth, and had never done anything to harm anyone. Odette didn't deserve this, and this wasn't how it was supposed to be. Remus felt a sting of guilt, for he was the one who had walked out on her. He had left her alone crying. He had broken her heart. Yet she still loved him.

He had done it to protect her from himself. To protect her from being injured, infected, and even killed. He loved her too much to see her hurt. Now to find that she was still hurt even though he had left made his blood boil. He pressed his hand against the window, longing to touch her, to comfort her, to be hers again. Odette got up from the floor, still sobbing, and started towards the door Alistair had gone through, stopping to run her fingers on an empty spot on the wall, where a picture had once hung.

It was the same picture that was hanging next to Remus' bed at that very moment. She lingered a moment longer, as if to almost look out the window again, then ran out of the room. Remus was already halfway down the street when Alistair grabbed her by her hair yet again, and started undressing her, ignoring her pleas for him to stop.

Remus had never felt such pain in his life. Seeing the woman he loved abused and beaten was even more painful than his monthly transformations. As he headed back into the subway tunnel, he stopped.

Tomorrow was a full moon.