A blow to the head, your vision blurs and you fall face first into the ground. Typical, right?—well, this was the third time this had happened to Remus since he entered Hogwarts. At a game of Quidditch that he didn't want to go to, (but that James and Sirius forced him to), a leather Bludger hit him right in the temple. Of all the Hogwarts students, the damn flying ball had to hit him, fantastic.

He was not a guy who usually attracted attention, although he belonged to the most unruly group of pranksters at Hogwarts in the 70s, he was not the center of attention. Some girls flirted with him and smiled at him for being the “mysterious scarred friend of Sirius Black and James Potter.” He didn't mind, it wasn't like he cared too much either—he could sleep at night without worrying about his hair looking perfect in the morning, knowing that everything would stay the same if its waves were disheveled.

Remus put his hand to his forehead with difficulty, trying to alleviate the pain he felt there. A very strong light prevented him from opening his eyes properly. 'Where was he?' He didn't know, only cold sheets covered his clothes that he had been wearing all day told him that he was probably in the infirmary.

He had no idea who had pulled him out of the stands. Sirius and James were playing and Peter had gone to buy some popcorn when Remus got hit.

A soft voice accompanied by the smell of cinnamon and tea flooded his senses. "Are you okay, bookworm? Do you remember your name?" The biggest beauty in the world was before his eyes, with the hair tied up, her face painted in colors and a smile on her face—you.

Then, as if a record player had turned on in Remus's head, one of the songs from the new album by his favorite singer, David Bowie, began to play when he saw you.

'Oh we can be Heroes, just for one day'

With lips barely parted and his chocolate eyes fixed on you, he asked “My name?”