Author's Note: Hey everyone! Well... here I go. I'm about to embark on a quest to (hopefully) provide entertainment, good writing, and receive reviews from readers. That being said: Please Review! It would be greatly appreciated! Anyways... enough of the dramatics. It's now time for everyone's least favorite part: The Disclaimer.

The Disclaimer: Remus Lupin (unfortunately) and the Entire Fabulous World of Harry Potter belong to J.K.Rowling. Remus, sadly, is not mine; therefore I cannot take credit for him. (Sob!) I can, however, take credit for any situations and/or characters that are not part of the Harry Potter Universe.

Thank you all for listening to my long winded Author's Note! Enjoy the story:

Chapter One: Of Nightmares and Visitors

Remus Lupin found himself running through a forest with absolutely no recollection of how he had gotten there. Panting, he ran on, able to feel the wolf inside him straining to be let loose. He closed his eyes, breathing evenly, willing the wolf to stay put. Wolves loved chases... when they were the hunter, not the hunted. He wasn't running from any person in particular. No angry mob with pitchforks and torches chased him. No, what he ran from couldn't be called a person. It wasn't even an animal. He was running from himself: from what he knew he could become. He hated that, once a month, he was a disgusting, loathsome creature. What was even more sickening was the fact that Voldemort controlled people like him, turned them into traitors who would kill their own friends and family. He could feel Voldemort's presence around him, trying to catch him, crush him, use him.

He tripped over a root and fell, gasping for breath. He could feel Voldemort getting closer, advancing on him. "No," he moaned covering his face with his hands. "No!" James, Lily, Sirius: The Dark Lord had taken them all from him. He wouldn't let Voldemort take him as well. Heavy breathing, red eyes narrowed to slits, the barrel of a gun pressed to his head, loaded, undoubtedly, with a silver bullet. He would not comply, thought. Voldemort could kill him, but he would not use him to get to Harry. He closed his eyes, steeling himself for the gunshot that would end his life.


Remus Lupin sat up straight in his bed, pale and shaking, gasping for breath. He wiped the sweat from his brow, trying to calm himself. His heart was pounding and he took slow, even breaths, trying to return his pulse to its normal rate.

He was almost calm, when the banging came again.


Remus nearly jumped out of his skin, instinctively covering his head with his arms. The sensible part of his brain told him that no one, especially Voldemort, had snuck into his bedroom, trying to kill him.

He knew his sensible side was telling the truth. He looked around, trying to figure out where the noise had come from.

"Remus," someone called out. "Are you in there?"

Remus sighed in relief. Someone was knocking on his door: a very old someone whom he knew very well. He could count on this person not to harm him, to keep him safe.

"Dumbledore," Remus breathed out, saying the name to himself. "Just a minute, Albus," he called out.

He grabbed his robe off the chair he had thrown it on the night before, too tired to put it away properly. He wiped the remaining sweat from his face and tried to straighten his graying hair.

He then ran to the door of his tiny apartment, removing the deadbolt that chained his door and twisting the lock open. "No harm in taking extra precautions" was Remus' motto. Finally, he opened the door, revealing Albus Dumbledore who was looking as calm and as presentable as ever. Remus felt extremely inadequate in comparison, with his messy hair, bloodshot eyes, and altogether haphazard appearance.

"Hello, Albus," he said as calmly as he could under the circumstances. "What can I do for you?"

"Good morning, Remus." Dumbledore smiled pleasantly, although if Remus didn't know Dumbledore better he would have said the old man sounded somewhat worried. "I'm sorry to disturb you this early in the morning. You look like you could have used some more sleep."

Remus smiled back, which made him look much younger, and a great deal more awake.

"To tell you the truth, Albus," he said. "It was a relief to be woken up. My dreams were... less than pleasant."

Dumbledore nodded gravely, looking more serious. "Remus, the ministry has just received news of Death Eater activity, and we suspect that the matter is more serious than that. Harry has recently mentioned that his scar has been bothering him again, as it always does when Dark activity has been sparked."

Remus closed his eyes, shuddering. "Do you mean to say that Voldemort...," he trailed off, unable to say the words.

"Yes, Remus," Dumbledore said darkly. "Voldemort has returned to power."

A/N: Sorry for the cliffhanger. Tune in next time for more! By the way, for all those enquiring minds who want to know: Argentum Luna is Latin for Silver Moon. Don't forget about my quest for reviews!