Wolfstar
Sirius Black first saw Remus Lupin on the Hogwarts express. He was wondering the train looking for an empty compartment when he heard his cousin's voices in a compartment to his left, he breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't want to have to find a compartment with someone he didn't know and his arms were beginning to ache from the weight of his trunk. He slid the door open and stepped inside. His cousins weren't the only people in there, a boy, with tattered clothing and thin haggard face was sat cowering as his cousins danced around him tugging his clothes and ruffling his hair. He gasped and his cousins turned to face him.
"Oh, hey Sirius," Bellatrix, the older one sneered, "just was showing this little one the rules so he understands before he gets to Hogwarts, Pure Bloods rule. Puny little half bloods like him are target practice to all those who deserve to be there, like us."
Narcissa grinned nastily and patted the boy on the head. "Get it mouse? You don't belong here."
She got up and turned to leave pulling her sister by the arm. "We have to go, his half blood stench is making me feel sick and I don't want to waste any of my appetite on this mouse. See ya Sirius."
They turned and shut the compartment door laughing. Sirius stood in shock; he couldn't believe his cousins could be so horrible. He turned to the boy.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
The boy nodded mutely.
"I'm so sorry; I hope they didn't harm you or damage any of your things."
"It's fine." The boy said, in a soft voice, and although he still watched Sirius fearfully he seemed to relax a notch.
Sirius saw the boys cloak lying on the dusty floor of the compartment by his feet, he stooped and retrieved it folding it neatly and putting it on the seat next to the boy before turning to the door.
"See you at school then I guess. What's your name?"
"I'm Remus." The boy replied.
Sirius smiled "See you Remus."
The second time Sirius saw Remus Lupin they became friends. Sirius ran from the great hall, his hands burning where the Howler he had received at breakfast had exploded in his grasp and his eyes were burning with pain and fear. He barrelled up the grand staircase holding back sobs till he got to the 7th floor. He choked out the password to the fat lady and swung the portrait hole open and after a quick sweep of the common room collapsed shaking and onto the nearest chair he could find. He drew his legs up curling into a ball, pressing his hands to his thighs in an effort to stop the burning, he bit his lip to try and direct the pain somewhere else and a small moan of pain escaped his clenched teeth and tears escaped from the corners of his tightly closed eyes. Suddenly he heard the portrait hole swing open again, Sirius froze momentarily, then say up straight in the chair, wiping the tears from his cheeks with his hands, the touch sent pokers of hot pain through his palms and he hissed in pain. Footsteps neared him, hesitantly. Sirius tried to sit back in the chair, to appear relaxed, but his hands touched the rough materiel of the chair and he yelped again. The footsteps increased in pace.
"Hello?" The voice was soft, like the footsteps and as they rounded the corner Sirius saw the boy, who he had seen on the train, his soft eyes narrowed in concern.
"Are you okay?"
Sirius did not answer immediately, but nodded as he swallowed vigorously to rid his oesophagus of the lump that lodged there and upon finding his voice murmured huskily.
"I'm fine." He offered a smile but it did not quite conceal the real pain behind his eyes.
The boy came forward slowly and sat gingerly in the chair opposite Sirius.
"Can I see your hands?"
Sirius just sat where he was eyeing the boy nervously.
"Please." The boy continued, "I know healing magic, I can help, like you helped me."
Sirius held out his palms slowly, they were red and sore but hadn't blistered. The boy took them in his own hands; his were scared and rough but gentle. His eyebrows furrowed as he contemplated the best way to deal with Sirius injuries. In the end he pulled his wand from his robes and muttered a freezing spell pressing the tip of the wand into Sirius's palms. He winced, and then a sigh of relief escaped his lips as his hands began to cool.
The boy gave him a tentative smile which Sirius returned. Soon the pain receded Sirius examined his hands, they were back to normal, long and thin and offered it to the other boy.
"Thanks Remus."
The boy blinked surprised.
"How do you know my name?"
"You told me on the train remember?"
Remus smiled and shook his hand.
"What's your name then?"
"Sirius Black." Sirius replied.
"Thanks Sirius." Said Remus and taking Sirius' hand pulled him to his feet.
"We had better get going; we are going to be late for our first lesson."
Sirius grinned and led the way out of the common room.
"Don't panic, I know a shortcut."
Remus grinned then.
"You should make a map."
Sirius laughed. "Come on, it's this way." Grabbing hold of Remus's arm and turning him in the right direction. "We don't want to be late for class."
Remus punched his arm and scowled then laughed himself. Sirius breathed a sigh of relief, he had a friend.
