The war was finally done with, peace was finally here. So why was it that Remus could still hear the screams of those dying? He hadn't had that bad of a childhood growing up. It had been a whole lot more peaceful than before Voldemort had grown into a real threat. Sure while he was at school Voldemort had been getting noticed but it wasn't until 1985 that it started to snowball out of control. But even then his life hadn't been easy. He had been cursed with lycanthropy when he was eight years old. And he had to hide it for fear of being lynched, because even back then werewolves were considered to be horrid creatures. Then he gained some friends who he had to lie to which killed him, but he hadn't wanted them to get hurt by him as he had no control over that other side of himself. They found out for the lot of them, besides Peter, had been more stubborn than a hippogriff. They even made themselves into animagi so that his otherwise wouldn't hurt them during the times of the full moon. He sat in the library of the Black house, a gift from Harry for the poor boy couldn't bear to live in it and hadn't wanted it to go to waste neither. Remus was trying to distract his thoughts on the war, but it had only been seven months. He too had lost so much. His best friends. His wife and unborn child. He hadn't wanted to marry Tonks during the war. But she had been persistent for she had no idea if any of them would come out of this alive and so, he married her. And she had gotten pregnant. He sighs knowing he wouldn't be getting anything more done, having already wrote down plans for the kids he tutored, so figured he could get something to eat. If he had before looked ragged and sleep deprived because of the lycanthropy, he knew that it must have gotten worse as he couldn't sleep without jolting awake at the screams of the dying ringing in his unconscious state. He paused in the hallway before the kitchen, easily picking up the scent of the other occupant who lived here for four months. Hermione Granger, the smartest witch of this century was making something if the information from his sense of smell wasn't leading him astray. To say that they have been walking on egg shells around the other would be like saying that oil and water didn't mix. Blatantly obvious. As his friends had once said, 'He's not one for much conversation. But get him started on OWLS and he never shuts up.' He smiles at one of the better memories he had. --- Rose Tyler rubs her eyes as she heads toward the door of the flat she rented, thinking back on how she had gotten to this universe and how she had lucked out. It had been a normal morning at Pete's World, well as normal as one could get especially with her mother harping at her to get someone else, anyone else. Jonathan Noble, as the meta crises of her Doctor had called himself, and her had broken up a few months after trying to get the relationship to work between them. She did love him, but it had been like her loving Jack, like a brother and she couldn't forget her Doctor. It had been a mutual thing and there were no hard feelings between the two of them. In fact he had given her a bigger on the inside bag, which she carried her clothes, a scrap book, some jewelry (some of which she had sold in order to get some money), some make up, and toiletries. She had been walking around aimlessly in Pete's World, the bag on her shoulders when she heard it. A voice. [I]Wolf, we need you. Help us.[/I] And she was assaulted with a bright golden light, before she covered her eyes. She came to this world instantly knowing she was no longer on Pete's World. She had said good bye to her mum that morning, and Jackie had always known that she was going to leave for good one day, which is why Jackie had made the scrap book to begin with. She had gotten the flat having seen that it was for rent glad that the guy, Greg had been so lineant with her not immediately having the money. She then began to notice that something was going on, an industry called 'Andipose Industry' had been making this diet pill with the catchphrase: "The fat simply walks away" and something rose a red flag to her. And traveling with the Doctor, she knew to trust her instincts on these things. She had heard the huge crash wary of what it could be that would mae such a loud sound. She opens the door seeing a man with a tweed shirt and a bow tie. And then he began to talk. [I]"Hello. I seemed to have accidentally crashed into your yard, my deepest apologies, I just want to assure you that everything is fine. Also, where am I? And um what year is this?"[/I] She blinks at him before looking to the left and froze a look of surprised wonder on her face. "London, England Earth, April tenth, 2014." She answered automatically as the fact that she saw a blue police call box still making her feeling all sorts of things too quickly for her to pinpoint what they were. She then moves her eyes to study this man. He had floppy brown hair, and spearmint green eyes and she smiles slightly at seeing his chin. She could almost hear her first Doctor complaining about it as a sheen of tears came to her eyes. "Is tha' really you?" She asks almost fearfull for after all her Doctor had left her twice. She didn't count his...twin for he had been his own person despite the same memories and what not.