Romulus Et Remus

Summary: This is sort of a shot I wrote for Lupin. It will only be several short chapters. Basically, it's my theory on Lupin's destiny in the future of the last two Harry Potter books. Looking into an article I read, research I did, and prior knowledge, my theory will be here explained in the form of a fanfiction.

And a friendly note: I own nothing, not even the man next door. And I'm a big, big fan of reviews!

Prologue

The Start of it All

In Roman mythology, two brothers found the city of Rome-their names Romulus and Remus. They had been orphaned as babes and raised by a she-wolf. They grew up to be kings, but in a fit of rage, Romulus suddenly killed his twin.

Canis lupis is the Latin for wolf. And wherever there is a Remus there's a Romulus too.

Canis lupis is the Latin for wolf. Remus, a fourth year at Hogwarts, read from his school book. 'How terribly ironic,' he thought to himself.

As a student in Hogwarts, and in his fourteen years of life, he had experience many tumutuous events. The death of his parents, the loss of his family, the bite from the werewolf he received as a young boy, and his current lack of friends. Fate twisted so cruelly against him. He immersed himself in meditation upon this topic, until he felt a nudge at his left elbow.

His best friend James had nudged him. He held a straw to his lips, no doubt intending to fly a jinxed spitball at someone. James smiled at Remus, and pointed two rows in front of them to a lonely looking boy, with lank black hair, with his abnormally large nose buried in his textbook.

Severus.

Remus let out a few queasy breaths, hoping to successfully stifle a chuckle, so Professor Dumbledore wouldn't catch them folling around when they were meant to be reading.

Remus looked around, checking for witnesses. The classmates were silent, also devouring their texts.

Sirius was boredly flipping through the pages, paying no attention whatsoever and shooting his friends furtive looks, but James wouldn't care if he saw.

Peter, the one who wanted so much to share in Remus and James' games, was mindlessly pouring over his assignment. He wouldn't be a disturbance in the fun. Besides, even if he was witness to the evil doings of the other boys, there was no way he would tell the teacher. He wanted so much to be their friend, afterall.

And Lily, Lily was nonchalantly fliping through her book, her chin propped up on her hand. She looked up at Remus and smiled at her friend, soon returning to her book.

Remus nudged James, who nodded. The latter put the straw to his mouth and blew as hard as he could. The spitball went flying in the direction of its target and landed perfectly on the back of Severus' head.

There was a pause. Severus looked up from his book, pausing thoughtfully, but peacefully returned to it. And to think, this was only half the fun. Remus and James waited to see what would happen with the spitball Sirius had put the excellent jinx on. He was nowaverting his attention to the same head Remus and James were staring at, his long brown hair in his eyes, half-shielding his view.

After a second, when nothing happened, Sirius looked across the aisle to his friends, and gave them an odd look paired with confused arm gestures.

'Do it again,' he mouthed. And waved his arms again. Remus nodded, and nudged James, who prepared another spitball, tossing the straw to Sirius. Sirius took his wand from his pocket, quickly checking to see if the Professor was looking in his direction, but Professor Dumbledore was busy taking notes on an article from the Daily Prophet.

Sirius wiped his hand on his robes, it was covered in Potter-spit from the straw. He picked it up again and tapped it quietly three times with his wand, saying an incantation he, Peter, and James and Remus had thought up themselves. Sirius finished this and tossed the straw back across the aisle.

Remus reached out for it, but it landed under the desk next to his foot with a quiet click.

The friends held their breath as Professor Dumbledore looked in their direction. He briefly skimmed the classroom with his bespectacled eyes and returned to his newspaper, reading an article about Dementors.

Remus quickly scuffled to pick up the straw, and handed it to James. James blew into again, and another spitball flew at the unsuspecting Severus. The criminals waited a few seconds, as Severus again looked up ast the fleeting sensation, and back to his book taking copious notes.

Two more seconds passed before the second spitball on the back of his head began shaking lightly, and a large brown spider came out of it, as if from a coccoon. James and Remus gasped open-mouthed at Sirius, not knowing what was going to happen.

The spider began crawling up Severus' head, up to his forehead and down his face. The sensation made him jump and the greasy boy screamed loudly in shock as the creature crawled down his face, jumping off his chin and onto his book.

Severus shrieked in fright again, ripped Lucius Malfoy's book from his hand, and slammed it down on the filthy spider.

Professor Dumbledore looked up in concern. 'Severus, are you alright?!'

Severus calmed down. 'Yes, sir, I'm fine.'

'He may be fine, but look at my book,' Lucius picked his up with a look of distaste as he saw the spider carcass still stuck to the binding.

'That's enough, Mr. Malfoy. Mr. Snape, are you sure you are allright?'

'Yes sir.'

'good, now you may return to your work.'

'Sir, what about my very expensive specially bound book-'

'Oh be quiet, Mr. Malfoy. It's just a spider.'

Now, Severus may have calmed down, but Remus, James, and Sirius were in stitches, not breathing from their maniacal laughter, rewinding the scene of Severus' pitiful shrieks in their heads. Fortunately, Dumbledore had not heard or seen them in their back row, but Snape turned his head sharply and faced them.

A look of malice passed his face as he glared at them, embarrassed, because the whole class had ridiculed him and laughed at him, and even Lily had been grinning. Severus made a rude gesture, which made the boys laugh even harder.

Sirius let out a squeal of delight, and the professor looked at him sharply. 'Messrs Black, Potter, and Lupin, do you three need the hospital wing again?'

The boys sobered up. 'No, sir.'