Raylynx's POV

"Remus, welcome."

"Raylynx," Remus smiled shyly before clearing his throat nervously. "Um, where should I put my suitcase?"

"Here, I'll show you to your room."

I led the way upstairs and into my parents' old bedroom. I flicked on the lights.

Remus' jaw dropped. "This huge room? But isn't this the master bedroom?"

"Yeah," I said. "It's my parents' old bedroom. It didn't feel right to move my siblings' things out of their rooms since they're still alive. And I wanted to keep my old room. So here you are."

"Haven't you got a guest room or anything like that?" Remus said weakly.

"Remus, please," I said. "I'm not going to have you live in that dingy space when we've got this huge place no one's using. Besides, it was a convenient excuse to clean the room out, so I wasn't doing you a favor or anything. It just happened that way. So use it without burden, okay?"

I left the room to give him his own space, hoping he would get settled in comfortably without further protest.

As it was, he did settle in comfortably, though I caught him sleeping on the couch some nights instead of the huge bed in his room. But I could understand how such a sudden change might rob you of sleep. I said nothing, only left him hot water and breakfast on the table for when he woke up.

We hardly spent a lot of time together. I was always at Ollivander's and he was at his odd jobs, mostly at Gringotts or the Apothecary. When we each came back from our respective jobs, there were a few hours of silence in the house, and we busied ourselves however we could. There was always plenty to do, particularly for the Order. Then, we were joined by Alice or Emmeline for guard duty. Finally, we fell asleep only to have the cycle start again the next day.

Still, when you live with someone, you start to learn little things about them anyways. For example, I could tell by the changing patches on his shirt that he was a good sewer. Also, the tea he made and the meals he cooked always tasted far better than mine. The house slowly became spotless as he cleaned it when I wasn't around. Another thing I realized about Remus was that he liked to listen to jazz records as the notes softly leaked out of the bedroom whenever I passed by. Sometimes he hummed along with them. I smiled. My parents would have loved that.


Then came the dreaded night of the full moon. Though I never reached out for help, Sirius, Peter, James and Lily all came over anyways. They helped to move the furniture from the guest room and set up protective enchantments all over the room and house.

"Wait, could you spare a chair?" James said in my ear quietly. "If he doesn't have anything to bite on, he'll bite himself."

I nodded and procured an old wooden chair from the garage.

"And some blankets, for when he transforms back," Peter added.

With everything completed, Sirius turned to me. "Here, mix these with water or tea in the morning," he said, handing me a potion bottle. "They're pain killers to soothe the muscles."

Lily came over to me then. "You know the spells to lift the protective enchantments?" she asked. I nodded.

"And you'll be safe?" Lily said, gripping my hand tightly.

I smiled. "Of course. I have a plan. Thanks for the help, guys, but it's all right to head back now. "

"You sure-?" James started, but I shook my head and shoved them all out in one go.

"Whew," I said, brushing my hands off. "Finally, some peace and quiet."

I looked up to see Remus staring anxiously at me. He looked like he was going to faint.

"Remus?" I asked.

"I… I might kill you." He swallowed hard.

"Not a chance," I replied.

He looked feverish. "I should go inside now," he said nervously and nodded at the guest room.

I nodded. Somehow I felt like I was letting him walk into a room of torture.

"I'll have tea ready for you tomorrow morning," I promised quietly.

Remus walked into the room, shutting it. I heard a soft click when he locked it.

Instead of heading for my room, I headed for the living room couch as it was much closer to the guest room.

I then closed my eyes and began to focus on the word: intuitive.

I felt myself transforming. Instantly, my senses sharpened. My tail flicked in the air and my eyes saw everything far differently. I blinked my amber eyes.

Werewolves are only dangerous to humans. In my cat form, I should be fine.

I wrapped my tail around myself and snuggled into the couch.

It had only been a couple hours when the howls awoke me. We'd cast Silencing Charms all around the house, but I'd refused to cast them inside the house as well.

Then the scratching began shortly after.

And the slamming into the walls.

And the clawing.

The barking and biting.

As the dawn slowly crept back into the world, the ferocious howls slowly subsided into whimpers and pitiful moans. My paws itched. I couldn't wait to rip open the door and tend to him. This waiting… knowing he was hurting… this was the worst.

Finally, the first rays of the sunlight shattered the night and smashed into the walls of the house.

I immediately took my wand in between my teeth, leapt off the couch and towards the guest room door. My ears perked up and I listened at the door. I heard the sound of labored breathing- a ragged, very human sound. I closed my eyes and shivered back into my human form. Then I quickly muttered the counterspells to lift the enchantments before I raced inside the room.

A shuddering heap shivered under the blankets.

My heart thumped.

I quietly but quickly crossed the room and gently pulled back the sheets.

"Oh, Remus…"

Bloody scars and fresh bruises crossed all across his arms and chest.

I murmured healing spells, trying to purify the wounds, retain blood, and speed up the healing process. I Summoned the bottle of Dittany I asked Dorcas to make for me. I applied some to his chest area, where the wounds were more severe. Then, I waved my wand and bandages streamed out of the end. I wrapped his arms without waking him, but I realized that there was no choice but to lift him in order to wrap his torso. Therefore, I first went back and made tea, adding a few drops of pain killer, before I came back to bandage his chest.

Sure enough, as soon as I started to pull him forward, he groaned a little and his eyes fluttered open.

I silently continued with gently pulling bandages around his chest. When I tightened them, he moaned softly in pain and slumped forward. His head fell against my shoulder and I could feel his feverish temperature burn through to my skin.

I tried to give him the tea, but he groaned again when I shifted.

Finally, he whispered hoarsely, "I… I didn't hurt you?"

"No," I said quietly. "Not one bit."

"But I scared you?"

"No. Not that, either."

"Thank… thank Merlin," he murmured.

He stayed still for a second longer before he raised his head.

"Here." I handed him the tea. He shakily brought it to his lips and took a sip.

"Pain killer, huh?" he said.

"Yeah."

He finished it in another drink before setting the cup down.

"Disgusting," he commented, wiping his lips with his sleeve. "I'm thoroughly addicted to those pain killers."

"Well, I'll have to change clothes before I head to work," Remus said and he slowly pulled himself up.

I collected the tea cup and got up as well.

"No protests from you?" Remus said, with a sarcastic half-smile. I knew he was expecting pity.

"No," I replied. "If you say you can do it, you can do it."

He looked surprised, but he didn't say anything. We were both silent for a moment.

The, I commented, "I'm positively starving. Do you want some breakfast as well?"

Remus looked at me curiously before replying, "That would be lovely. Thank you. I'll be right down." With that, he limped up the stairs to his room. I set to making breakfast.


That day, Ollivander Apparated us to a heavenly forest. The way the light struck the bark and leaves of the trees was beyond imagination.

"Remember, vine is our primary focus," Ollivander whispered.

We set off in different directions, searching. Before, I had followed him closely, watching him examine and identify good wood. Now, I was trusted enough to locate quality wood on my own. It was definitely challenging, but I was slowly beginning to recognize the patterns and textures of craftable wood.

It was an enjoyably dreamy day, a good break from the sharp reality of the human world.

When we finished and Apparated back to the shop, Ollivander inspected my gatherings.

"Too coarse, too coarse," he criticized my first piece.

"Too diagonal along the edges here," he said, disposing of my second one as well.

My third and fourth, too, were rejected.

But then- "Oho, what have we here?"

"Durable, yet… humming. Hm… I think this will make for a fine wand, especially with dragon heartstring. A wand for a spunky person with quite strong convictions. Yes, excellent. Well done, Raylynx. You may leave for the day."

I stepped out into the glowing sunset, only to see a small speck of a shadow hiding in the shadowy corridor.

I hesitated and nervously gripped my wand as I stepped forward, but then as I got closer, the shadow turned at the sound of my footsteps and I saw that it was-

"Remus."

"Yes, it's me. Shall we head back home?"

Home, he called it.

"Yeah, let's go," I said warmly.

"Last one has to do the dishes!" he said playfully.

"Hey!" I shouted, but he had already started to spin into Apparation.

Laughing, I followed him by spinning too.


"Can I ask you something?" Remus said as we sat down to dinner. He tried to keep his voice steady as he asked me, "Have I ever tried to kill you?"

A series of memories flashed through my mind.

I raced over to the broomstick but even as I reached for it- the eeriest feeling came over me and goosebumps arose on my arm.

I turned very… slowly…

And standing between two trees, not fifty yards away, was what could only be some sort-of enormous, savage wolf. Its huge body shook with menacing energy. Its haunting yellow eyes were fixed right on me. I panicked. I opened my mouth to scream but nothing came out- my feet wouldn't move, my whole body…

The wolf started towards me-

And my body worked faster than my mind and tried to run- I tripped over my broomstick and fell to the ground with an "oof!" My wrist cracked and pain shot up my arm. But it was nothing compared to the sheer fear and panic that overcame me.

The creature leapt for me, growling. I barely had enough wits to throw myself sideways and just avoid its massive claws and razor-sharp teeth. I rolled on the ground, stopping only to get up- but the wolf was already rearing above me, letting out a piercing howl that shredded my ears- so this was it.

I am going to die.

I grasped my wand as tightly as I could with my damaged wrist but it was too late, his claws were an inch from my neck. I closed my eyes tightly.

Suddenly, the most hideous monster turned the corner, mere feet away from us. His ghastly yellow eyes, those same ones that had pierced me in the Forest, were staring at me again.

"RUN!" James bellowed and shoved Severus again, who seemed to have lost all strength in his legs. They ran past me and Sirius yelled at me, "Go!"

But my legs were frozen- I couldn't- I can't- It was even more terrifying this time- Last time I had been in such a traumatized state that I couldn't comprehend what was happening- but this time- everything about this monstrous, savage beast-

"What the hell are you doing!? Run!"

A savage animal who's nature it was to kill and infect versus a pathetic young cat out for a winter romp… I had been trapped in his claws within seconds and never had I felt so terrified before.

I was sure I was going to die.

In desperation, I had reached out and swiped at his face. It made contact and he howled in pain, but only tightened his grip on me.

I'd whimpered and shut my eyes, flattening myself as much as possible in the wolf's claws, cowering. But a large bark sounded and the werewolf was facing another victim. He dropped me into the snow.

"No," I managed to say without too long of a pause. "Of course not. Why would you ask me that?"

"Well, for a couple reasons. I know that on more than one occasion, I've had close calls with humans. Prongs- er, James, Sirius, and Peter have told me about them vaguely, usually trying to paint themselves as the hero of the tale. But truth be told, although I remember the general tone of the night, my wolf memories as a human are extremely blurry. I don't remember details at all, only instincts. So I was thinking maybe one of those close calls was you. I guess what I'm really wondering is how you knew what I was. At first, I thought maybe Lily…"

"Oh no, she didn't tell me. She would never betray your secret like that."

"Yes, that's what I thought too. So then, the only other option is that you encountered me somehow… in my werewolf form."

"I see. But you don't have to worry," I replied, though unable to quite meet his eyes.

"Then, if I may ask, how did you find out?"

"I overheard you joking about your Defense Against the Dark Arts O.W.L.," I said truthfully. Thank goodness I could give an honest answer for that one.

"So you've known since our fifth year?"

"Yeah, I guess so. Wow, time is quick when you put it that way."

We finished dinner and contrary to his deal, which he won, Remus helped me with the dishes.

Then, the doorbell rang and I opened the door for Alice.

"Alice! How did it-!?"

"I passed! Raylynx! I really did it!"

"Oh my goodness! Alice, congratulations!" I threw my arms around her and squeezed her close.

She hugged me back and when I let go and looked at her, I could see that she was absolutely radiant.

We stepped inside the kitchen. Remus smiled at Alice.

"I heard you passed," Remus said with his gentle humor. He was obviously referencing the loud celebration we had just had outside. "Congratulations, Alice."

Alice could hardly breathe from happiness. "Thank you, Remus."

Shortly after, Remus decided to grant us some privacy. Also, his wounds were asking for recovery time. He headed upstairs and Alice and I sat at the table.

I took both her hands and squeezed them gently. "You deserve it, Alice. Congratulations, my love."


I came home from the hospital on Saturday night, barely making it in time to begin guard duty.

"It's all right. You don't have to rush. I'm here," Remus said to me from the couch, smiling in bemusement as I rushed inside, promptly tripped over the rug, and crashed into the coat rack.

"Ow, ow, ow," I grumbled. I took off my cloak and went to the bathroom to wash my hands.

When I came back, Remus was carefully stitching a new patch on his well-worn jacket.

"I made dinner," he said, pausing to gesture towards the table.

I went over and looked down, expecting to see some reheated leftovers from my plain as hell spaghetti last night but instead-

"Steak? Remus, you made steak?"

"Er- yeah. I tried."

I sat down and cut myself a bite.

"Wow, Remus. This is amazing."

"I'm glad you like it."

I watched him sew by hand for a bit. He was quite good at it.

"How're you so good at things like that?" I asked him.

"Things like what?"

"Cooking, sewing, cleaning, and whatnot. You're better than my mom was."

"I was bitten when I was very young," Remus explained. "So I wasn't allowed to play with other children. My mother used to keep me company often, to prevent me from getting too lonely. So I picked up the basics from her. I wasn't interested at first, of course, but after Hogwarts, I realized I need to be good at these things in order to save money."

"Your mother?" I asked before I could stop myself.

"Yes," Remus replied evenly.

There was so much I wanted to ask, but I didn't want to risk bringing up painful memories. Finally, I settled with a pathetic, "Oh."

I tried to think of something that was sure to be happy. "Then going to Hogwarts must have been a dream come true for you."

"I couldn't believe it at first, when Dumbledore told me and my parents. And then, of course, I couldn't imagine the group of friends I would make, either…" He smiled at me. "More importantly, how is your brother?"

"He's recovering quicker than anticipated, but he's still struggling to sleep less and he can't run for more than ten seconds yet."

"Still, that's good to hear. He must be working really hard to get back to you."

My heart thumped loudly when Remus said that.

"Raylynx, can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"What happened to your sister?"

My heart thumped again. "Oh. She… renounced magic."

"Recently?"

"No. It's been a few years."

"I just noticed that… Well, you don't visit her as much as you do your brother."

"Sola doesn't need me the way Jamie does. Besides, her life is better without me hanging around as a reminder of magic…"

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked. I didn't mean to intrude."

"Don't be silly, Remus. You're not intruding. Can I ask you a question in return?"

Remus tensed slightly, but he kept his eyes on his sewing as he said casually, "Of course."

"Whose idea was the Marauder's Map?"

Remus looked up at me in awe. "You knew about the Map?"

"Yeah, that's how I knew about the passageway behind the one-eyed witch's hump."

"So that was you! Sirius said he'd lost it, but he found it in his bag a couple days later…"

"Sorry. I never meant to keep it."

"No, there's no need to apologize. It's confiscated now, anyways. James had it taken away by Filch."

"That's a shame. It was an amazing work of magic."

"You think so? Actually, um, I was the one who came up with the idea. That's why my name is first on the map. It started as a simple idea. I was trying to stop James and Sirius from a rather excessive prank involving er- a particular Slytherin's underpants and a strong dose of Zonko's Flaming Itch Potion…" He tried to look stern but the corners of his mouth twitched. "Anyways, I was trying to stop them but they knew far more secret passageways than me. So I realized I had to track them. Tracking is all relative. It objectifies people and places, so as long as I had a rough outline of the places in the castle I wanted to track, it wasn't difficult. It started out as just the Gryffindor common room and the Slytherin dungeons and myself, James, and Sirius as ink stickmen. Then, Peter said he would help me to stop them, so I added his ink figure. Peter came up with the idea of expanding the Tracking Charm by objectifying further. So instead of little stickmen, we changed it to dots, but suddenly, the Map was tracking everybody in the areas we'd drawn. Anyways, we successfully deterred the prank and by way of apologizing to Sirius, I showed him the Map-"

"You apologized for stopping a terrible prank? That is so like you."

"Well, that kind-of stuff makes them happy, you know? But Sirius wanted to use it to pull a prank on James. As he did so, he filled in the general structure of the hallways. It wasn't long before the Map started to catch on by itself, though. It started to fill in classrooms on its own and it was always, always right. After James found out about it, he managed to draw Dumbledore's office accurately enough to have the Map identify Dumbledore. Not surprising, actually, given the amount of time he had to spend in there. Still, once we'd manage to track Dumbledore, the Map started to show us secret passageways we hadn't known about before, like that passageway of the one-eyed witch's hump. We all stayed over and spent a lot of time completing the map over winter break third year. It was a valuable tool or at least, our most trustworthy tool. See, the map never lies. We made sure of that."

"Made sure of it? How so?"

"Because the password: 'I solemnly swear that I am up to no good' was an oath, a magical contract fulfilled by the four of us. A magical contract, by definition, must be completely unbiased. Therefore, it always tells the truth. That map, if picked up by someone else who adhered to the oath, could potentially turn on us. Such is the nature of powerful things, it has its own consciousness and has no master. It's allegiance is to itself even though we are its Creators. So, the map never lies."

"Ingenious," I said. "I can't imagine what it's like to be as brilliant as you."

"That's not true, Raylynx," Remus said, colouring slightly. "During the TriWizard Tournmant, you-"

He suddenly cut off and flushed deeply. "Sorry, you probably don't want to talk about that."

"It's okay. You meant it in a good way," I responded, but I quickly looked away.

I thought of Julian and Professor Maudrick.

"Remus," I said, "don't you think it's strange…?"

"What?"

"Our Defense Against the Dark Arts Professors Elgar, Seymour, and Maudrick. None of them lasted more than a year. Why is that, do you think?"

"Hm… I don't know. I do remember thinking it was odd, though, that we so frequently switched professors for that subject. But on the other hand, if the Dark Arts are on the rise, those specializing in Defense would be needed most, right? Perhaps they are just busy with other things."

Suddenly, my doorbell rang.

Remus and I looked at each other.

"Did you invite anyone over today?" he asked me.

"No, did you?"

"No, of course I wouldn't without your permission."

But if they can ring the doorbell, it's either a Muggle or someone who's been told this address by the Secret-Keeper, which is only me or those who've seen the written address, kept in Dumbledore's possession.

I tried to look through the peephole but the person was too tall and all I could see was that the person was clearly wearing a cloak. It was a witch or wizard then. I put my hand on my wand in my back pocket as I opened the door.

My mouth dropped open.

"Professor…!?"


I could not believe my eyes.

We were gathered around the table. Remus sat on my left, also unable to hide his complete awe.

Across from us was, unbelievably was Professor Seymour.

"It's been a while," I managed to say.

Professor Seymour gave his trademark cynical, yet humored smirk.

"You could be happier to see me, my idiot pupil."

Unconsciously, I found myself looking to his eyes, trying to see if…

He blinked and frowned angrily. "Stop that. I told you before, I don't like when people barge uninvited into my mind."

"Never learns, this dumb one," he muttered to himself.

"So what's the reason behind the sudden visit? And I'm assuming Professor Dumbledore sent you here and acted as Secret-Keeper?" I asked, ignoring his snide remark about me.

"Yes. I've actually been working to give the Order of the Phoenix a stable foundation ever since I quit teaching you dunderheads. The Headmaster requested my help and I obliged. Even the Dark Lord is easier to wring answers out of than my very own students. Maybe except you, Remus, you were an excellent student. This girl, on the other hand… anyways, I don't know what Dumbledore's told you so I'll start from the beginning. The first mission Professor Dumbledore asked me to investigate the disappearance of Edward Elgar.

"Professor Elgar? Our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?" I cut in.

"Though we are most grieved to have lost Professor Elgar due to ill health, we are pleased to welcome a new member of staff this year, Professor Seymour, who has agreed to come aboard our staff as Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor…"

"Ill health?" Dorcas wondered, tucking her longer hair behind her ear, "Can't believe Elgar could fall ill. He seemed healthy as a hippogriff all year long last year, even when the other Professors caught the flu. I mean, he certainly seemed in top shape as he non-verbally cursed the bejeezus out of all of us fifth years."

"Yeah, that is weird," I agreed.

"Yes, as you might suspect, Elgar, who was your Professor before me, did not pass away due to ill health. He was kidnapped by Lord Voldemort himself. "

"No way," Remus said in a hushed voice. "Lord Voldemort himself?"

"The Dark Lord required Professor Elgar's talents. What you students never fail to underestimat is how good some of your Professors actually are," Professor Seymour said.

Under my breath, I muttered, "By which you mean yourself."

"Yes, not as dull as you look, are you?" Professor Seymour snapped at me, not missing a beat. "Anyways, Professor Elgar is a leading expert on non-verbal magic. Necromancy falls within this field of magic. There are two reasons for this. First, necromancy was developed by cannibalistic tribes in prehistoric ages. Wizards would enchant corpses to go fetch more food for them before eating them. It was the only way of survival. These tribes did not have a written language, so the magic was passed down orally. Then, in more recent times, teaching or utilizing Necromancy has been forbidden so it slowly became a secret Dark Magic. Those who use it are all experts of non-verbal magic."

"So Professor Elgar- He knew the theory of making Inferi? Is that what you're saying?" Remus guessed.

"Yes. He never used it before, obviously. But he knew better than anyone what the process implied. He had to learn it, in order to fully understand the nature of nonverbal magic," Seymour explained.

"The Dark Lord- He's planning to make Inferi? How many of them?" I asked feeling fear creep through my veins. I knew that we were in dark, dark times. You didn't know who to trust and wizards and witches on both sides clashed everyday. I knew that. I was a part of the Order of the Phoenix, after all. But to know that the Dark Lord truly was carrying out his plans in this manner was… enough to make one shiver.

"An army of them," Seymour answered.

"But he wasn't successful, was he?" I asked worriedly.

"We'll only know that when we manage to rescue Elgar," Seymour answered.

"What?" I exclaimed. "You mean, you haven't saved him yet? I thought that was your mission!"

"The Dark Lord isn't that easy to take on in a one-on-one duel, you stupid girl," Seymour snapped. "I've gone up against him three times and barely escaped with my life each time. He keeps relocating Elgar now. But I've discovered where he is again, and the Dark Lord is otherwise… preoccupied."

"Then go!" I almost shouted. "What are you standing around here for? Go!"

"Wait," Remus laid a hand on my shoulder, "Professor, if you're telling us this, I assume there's something you want us to do."

"Finally, a reasonable voice," Seymour said to Remus while shooting a glare at me. "Of course I'm not just standing around, you dimwit. Sit your butt back down."

"Elgar's location is currently the underground basement of the Rookwood mansion. Rookwood is currently posing as a Ministry of Magic employee, but he's been a Death Eater since day one. He's holding a ball for Ministry of Magic members on Sunday night. It's a masquerade."

"Why?" Remus' brow furrowed.

"Because it's actually a plot for all the pureblood Death Eaters posing as Ministry of Magic employees to kill one true Ministry of Magic employee."

"They're gathering to secretly kill one person? Who?" I asked.

"He's a Muggle-rights advocate. Kingsley Shackebolt."

I remember him from Hogwarts and I recall seeing his name in the newspaper.

"Did you hear? We were just talking about how Kingsley Shacklebolt, that Ravenclaw boy who graduated last year and is on the Wizengamot now moved against Dolores Umbridge's decree against werewolves and contested her restrictions on Muggle-borns."

"Recently, his campaigns have been gathering a lot of support. Understandably, the Death Eaters want to get rid of him."

Like my sister.

Seymour carried on briskly, "The mission is threefold: discover as many of the Death Eaters' identities, save Kingsley Shacklebolt, and rescue Elgar."

"How is that possible?" I asked. "I mean, how do we even get in? There must be some sort-of guest list."

"Naturally. However, we're very lucky. We don't have to go the whole hog and use Polyjuice Potion because the bodyguards are Aurors from the Ministry. After all, it is superficially a Ministry party. I believe you are familiar with Alice Baker and Frank Longbottom?"

"Yes-" I started to say but Remus cut across me. "Wait, if they have access to the guest list, wouldn't we know everyone associated with the event? In other words, everybody who's really a Death Eater?"

"Not quite. See, the Death Eaters know investigations will happen when a very prominent figure suddenly disappears. They'll trace it back to the party. So they've-"

"Faked the guest list," I finished.

"Exactly. But Dumbledore and I know of a few Death Eaters who will certainly attend the Ball. We haven't exposed them yet for this very event, because that's who we'll be masquerading as. The real Death Eaters will reveal themselves if we can fool them into thinking we're one of them."

"How can we do that without Polyjuice Potion?" I asked. "I know it's a masquerade, but still."

Seymour grinned. "Actually, my dear idiot pupil, we were going to depend on you for that. I hear you're skilled in the Art of Dissuluration? If you fail, we're done for. We'll be discovered. The Death Eaters will slaughter us before they kill Kingsley and we'll lose Elgar again, so the Dark Lord will probably successfully create his Inferi and take over the Wizard World."

"What!?" I shouted for the third time that night.

"Raylynx, Raylynx…" Remus tried weakly to calm me down.

Seymour smirked.