Hello! Now, when I've finished "It gets better" I'd like to start something else, so this is my ideá of a new fanfic...
Remus Lupin, a 16 year old boy, had started his last year on Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. The bell had just rung to inform that the last lessons of the day had finally ended. But to Remus it didn't mean he would stop studying. He was walking through the corridors, packed with students on their way to dinner, to continue studying in the library. He preferred to eat when the great hall was less crowded and he wanted to start preparing himself for his exams. They were particularly important this year since they were his last.
Remus looked down at the books in his hands. He had forgotten to bring his transfiguration book but he could just borrow one in the library. When he looked up again he heard footsteps closing up on him from behind and then someone shove him hard in the shoulder. He stumbled and almost fell over while his books hit the floor with loud "thuds".
"Watch it, Lupin!" yelled a boy over his shoulder. It was Sirius Black. He, along with a gang of other Sytherins, laughed and continued their way through the corridor. Sirius Black was a tall, dark and, as Remus hated to admit, rather handsome Slytherin in his year. He was very popular among the female population in school and he was known to go for the girls with their school skirts so high that they barely covered any legs at all.
Remus sighed and bent down to gather his books. His shoulder throbbed a bit but he was used to be treated like this by now, having to put through with it for nearly seven years. And as he didn't have any friends and spend most of his time studying, he kind of asked for it to be honest. The fact that he disappeared every month followed by several nights in the hospital wing didn't really help either. Remus was a werewolf which kept him away from getting too close with people. But Remus didn't blame that he didn't have any friends completely on his lycanthrope, for he was terrible shy too. There were people he talked to like, Lily Evans (who had her skirt in a perfect non-vulgar height) and Peter Pettigrew, a boy from his dorm. But he wouldn't go so far as to call them friends. They probably wouldn't like that.
When he reached the library he sat down by a small table at the corner and unpacked his books. He would start with the Charms essay for next Friday. He just hopped he wouldn't get disturbed anymore.
This was just a small introduction. And I wonder if it sounds interesting? Is it worth continuing?
Let me know. And in that case, I'll need a beta reader ^^