Bonus point to whoever can find the two musical references (the point means nothing though)!

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And I'm so terrified of no one else but me, I'm here all the time, I won't go away - Long Day - Matchbox Twenty

'Great,' thought Remus sarcastically, 'I'm living with a group of criminal werewolves.'

A large, rangy man with a disgusting man of grey hair and a vicious face had entered the sitting room of what was most probably a stolen property. He was hunched over slightly as he examined the people sitting in the room. Most were men, there were a few women, and they were all looking at this big, grey man as if he were a leader of some sort. And he was.

"So, he began, his voice deep and raspy, almost like a growl, "two days time, we know what it is. We've gone through the plan enough, it's the same as last time. You should all know your positions," he paused, "The dark Lord has big plans for us. He's got rewards t - "he stopped.

Remus looked up. He was sitting on a stool at the very back of the room, hoping to go by unnoticed. He hadn't succeeded.

Fenrir Greyback, the rangy man, looked at Remus. His mouth twisted into a sickening, evil smile and his eyes narrowed.

"Well," he said softly, unable to hide the wolfishness of his voice, 'If it isn't Remus Lupin."

"Fenrir," said Remus steadily, inclining his head.

"I haven't seen you since you were a boy," Fenrir's eyes were laughing. "How's life been treating you?"

"Rather poorly," replied Remus, fully aware that every set of eyes in the room were focussed on him.

Fenrir laughed, only it sounded more like a wheeze. "I'd be thanking me if I were you, Lupin. We werewolves, we're very good... creatures."

"I've met many good people in my life," said Remus simply. He heard a few mutters from the crowd, a couple of laughs even.

"If they were so good then why did you leave them?"

"They're dead," said Remus, while he was part lying he figured that atleast some of it was the truth. Two of his best friends had been killed and the other had totally betrayed them all, his actions eventually leading to his friends' deaths.

"Oh poor, poor Lupin," said Fenrir, his voice full of fake sympathy. "You liar! Oh we all know you're such good friends with Harry Potter, am I right?"

"I've met Harry Potter only once in my entire life," Remus lied, "I could hardly say we were friends. Not even aquaintainces."

Fenrir's eyes narrowed. "So why are you here then?"

"I merely felt it more logicical to be living with my own kind rather than the wizards."

"And it took you thirty years to work that out?" snarled Fenrir.

"It is better late than never, is it not?" said Remus.

Fenrir looked unconvinced. "I don't trust you, Lupin," he pointed a long finger at him. "He isn't to be trusted," he said loudly to everyone else, "but we'll keep him. Who knows, he might be some use to us." Fenrir laughed. "Hecotr!" he turned to a man sitting towards the front who looked not much older than Remus. "I want you to keep an eye on this one, he's dodgy."

The man called Hector nodded and turned to face Remus, smiling horribly with yellow teeth.

'Fantastic,' thought Remus, bitterly. 'I'm living with criminals and I'm being watched like a six year old. This is going to be the longest four months of my life.'

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A low, heavy breathing was coming from behind him. Remus could feel the horrible, warm breath on the back of his neck.

"Hector," said Remus irritably, "what have I said about standing so close to me?"

Remus turned around to find the man standing not even three feet away from him.

"I've been told to keep an eye on you, haven't I? Well that's what I'm doing," sneered Hector.

"Yes, I can udnerstand that, but I don't see why you need to be so... close to me," said Remus, taking a slight step backwards.

"Oh, I reckon I should," said Hector, "you are dodgy. Everyone know you've been living with wizards."

"I am a wizard, thankyou very much."

"You're a werewolf," said Hector, taking a step towards Remus.

"I am both. You see we carry wands, don't we? Well that must make us some sort of wizard. If I am a wizard, does it not entitle me to live amongst other wizards?"

"Well if you're so keen on the wizards, why the change?"

"As I said yesterday, everyone I ever cared about it dead," lied Remus.

"And even that would make you want to live with the man who bit you?" asked Hector. "You're a bad liar, Lupin. We can all see through it."

Remus just sighed, knowing that if he said anything further more he might get into a spot of trouble. Instead he dropped himself into a rather uncomfortable armchair, unfolded the Daily Prophet and read with Hector breathing down his neck.