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'Professor! It wasn't me!' Charlie said his face radiated innocence and confusion though everyone present knew that he had done it- who else apart from the twins would? McGonagall's hair was ruffled and had started to become unpinned, her lips were thin and drained of colour which didn't bode well for Charlie, who on seeing this fell into a steep, fast dive to the ground causing McGonagall to draw a sharp breath.

'Mr. Lupin, I know for a fact it was you!' she stated with a menacing glint in her eye. Charlie made a small gulp- he had heard all about this glint from his dad and apparently it was the worst, why? He was yet to find out.

'Professor, it wasn't-' Charlie started but McGonagall cut him off.

'You wrote underneath all the pitchers 'Courtesy of Charlie James Remus Lupin' how was I not to suspect it was you?' she snipped, Charlie Lupin would indeed be the death of her. He was just as bad as James Potter and his friends!

'Ah, I forgot I did that! Yes, I admit I did write my name on the bottom of the jugs,' Charlie mused with a small smile, he hadn't actually forgotten, it was more that he actively wanted people to know that he was behind it. Spice life up a bit...

'Yes and I know for a fact that you have been planning this for a while- I saw you plotting with Mr.s Weasley at lunch and dinner for the past few days,' she wore a knowing smile that could barely be seen to be a smile, more of a mouth shape that could portray indifference. At seeing the temporary standstill of conversation, Oliver swooped down and came level with Charlie and McGonagall, his beaming face catching McGonagall off guard.

'Found a seeker and a chaser have we Wood?' she said happily, Wood however shook his head but still beamed.

'No,' McGonagall looked crestfallen but perked up at his next revelation, 'I've found one person who would be ideal for both but needs to work out which they'd like to do,' he said smugly, Charlie kept his face stony and bowed his head slightly to hide the smile growing on his face.

'Well? Who is it?' McGonagall infused, impatience and hope breaking through her regular facade.

'You're looking at him!' Wood said proudly, crossing his arms as he spoke.

'Wood, you're the keeper, you cannot be the seeker and the chaser as well, you imbecile!' she said condescendingly whilst shaking her head in utter disappointment, she had thought that possibly the cup could be theirs this year, but obviously not.

'Charlie James Remus Lupin,' Oliver said, his voice cracking with barely contains ecstasy. McGonagall looked at Wood, her eyebrows raised so high that they had almost disappeared into her hair, her facial expression was so disbelieving and patronising that Charlie couldn't help but snigger as his head of house sent him the funniest look he'd seen in a long time.

'I take it this is true Mr. Lupin?' she said in her clipped Scottish brogue.

'Yes Professor, I am the possible new member of the Quidditch team,' Charlie chuckled.

'And have you ever flown a broom before?' Charlie gasped and clutched his heart in fake pain, his face was appalled.

'Never flown a broom? You wound me Professor, my dad says I was born on a broom! I fly every day!' Charlie nodded as he got higher and higher in the air in enthusiasm.

'It certainly looks like you like Quidditch,' she said before turning to Oliver, 'And he is good? Have you seen him fly?'

'He did a 150ft. dive at breakneck speed and picked up a Quaffle from the floor without braking until a foot from the floor!' McGonagall's eyes grew wide and she stared at Charlie who looked sheepishly at McGonagall, 'He's England material! I'm telling you!' at this, not only did McGonagall gasp, but Charlie almost fell off his broom in shock- him, England standard soon? If only he could compete!

'Well chaser or seeker?'

'Could I try chaser? Please?' Charlie said with a sheepish grin, Wood nodded profusely at this with such vigour that Charlie wondered whether his neck actually had any bone at all in it. McGonagall gave a small sharp nod before saying, 'For this one time, I won't give you detention for the juice but next time- you will be in detention before you can say Quidditch!' her voice was hard an stony but an inner happiness shone through, 'Just wait til Remus hears!' she laughed before turning around and almost skipping with glee to the castle. Charlie turned slowly to face Oliver,

'Weird.' Oliver nodded uncertainly.

'Definitely,'

The next day, 4pm:

Fred sprinted up the dorm steps, bursting into the dorm with a slam of the door, he almost stacked onto Charlie's bed and looked up to see an amused yet tired Charlie lying on the bed, Quidditch Monthly open on his lap, various items circled with red ink.

'You'll- never- guess what- I heard!' Fred panted, doubled over from long run from Hagrid's hut; the things that man got up to! 'There's something hidden in the school that Dumbledore and Nicholas Flamel only know about and Hagrid has a dragon!' Fred burst out much to Charlie's amazement.

'Hagrid has a dragon? What type?' Charlie asked quietly, his face a perfect picture of curiosity.

' A Norwegian Ridgeback!'

'And this thing is between Flamel and Dumbledore, yes?' Charlie asked slowly sitting up as he spoke; his face was dead serious but with a very hidden hint of mirth.

'Yes, well I think so anyway- I kinda had to leg it!' Fred said guiltily whilst running a finger along the inside of his collar (he had almost been caught!) Charlie's brow was furrowed so deeply that it gave the impression that someone had drawn a black v with a permanent marker on his forehead; you could practically see the clogs ticking inside his head.

'So, it's the philosopher's stone!' Charlie said quietly before pushing the balls of his hands over his eyes; he was absolutely exhausted and really not in the mood for working out the latest goings ons of Dumbledore.

'The what?' George said as he pushed the door to the dorm open with a look of disdain at the slightly broken and dented door- Fred's bursting in had apparently broken the door. Well, that was something new.

Well here anyway...

'Dumbledore's hidden the picklesophers stone in the school!' Fred chirped happily from the end of Charlie's bed.

'Philosopher's! And who did you hear this from anyway?' Charlie asked before turning back to his magazine with a idle smile.

'Ron and that Seamus kid, turns out that Ron is actually bottom of the year!' Fred said incredulously- a Weasley may not be the brightest wand in the shop but they were hard workers... With the exception of Ron of course.

'Little bugger! He needs to learn the meaning of work,' George grumbled before flopping on to his bed with a sigh. Too many times had the Weasley name been discredited, he would not let Ron discredit it further!

Last year his father had gone to a ministry do and the family had gone- well his mum, him and Fred, Percy and Ron- only to be mortified when Ron went up to the Malfoy family and actively accused Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy of being death eaters! It wasn't as if it was untrue, but it was certainly uncalled for! Stupid light beliefs! Why couldn't kids be friends with whoever they liked?

The dorm fell into a peaceful quiet, the occasional chortle coming from one of the trio at various comic strips or memories from the day until a self-developed alarm startled the whole dorm. It was Charlie's smoke and light alarm that waddled around the room hooting occasionally until the owner turned him off by pressing a button on its head- a very effective way of waking up!

'Guys, I gotta go and have my extra lesson with my dad, seya later!' Charlie jumped off his bed and grabbed his wand before slipping his shoes on with a slight wiggle.

'Where you going-'

'And what you gonna do?' the twins asked alternatively, their heads had shot up at the alarm and had stayed up since.

'Dad's office, and some NEWTs prep! Seya!' and with that Charlie hurried out the room.

'Ah, Mr. Lupin! To the shack with you please,' Madame Pomphrey said with an odd combination of sadness and clinical detachedness; her face was pale and she had large bags under her eyes (no doubt from the many First Years coming in with potions accidents!)

Charlie slowly walked to the shack, when he arrived he couldn't help but shiver and miss the warmth and familiarity of the basement he usually transformed in, it seemed an age ago that he was last home but at the same time, like it was yesterday.

'Wolfsbane?: check! Room?: clean and empty? Check! Padlock?:- ' Pomphrey rattled off items ticking them off on her fingers as she went.

'Wait! What?! Padlocks?! I don't use padlocks! Magic's fine!' Charlie's eyes bulged as he stared at Madame Pomphrey, his jaw had dropped and his face was even paler and tired than usual.

'Yes, well here you do Mr. Lupin, so I suggest you put up with it!' Madame Pomphrey said sadly but still with her usual clipped tone.

'Next you'll be saying there's silver in there-' Charlie huffed, when he was met with a deathly silence he sighed even further and flopped onto the floor, 'You know the whole 'You're not a monster' thing, you're really not selling it to me,' Charlie remarked dryly.

'I'm sorry Mr. Lupin, anyway, I must be off and I shall return in the morning-' to heal your self inflicted wounds remained unsaid but the words hung in the air like fog.

As the full moon rose Madame Pomphrey couldn't help but stare at the shack as gut wrenching screams filled the evening air.

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