A/N : Soo, this is my first time publishing stories here on . It feels great to do this, I had never imagined that I would get to this point, but I love the Remus/Sirius pairing so much that they motivate me to do...things. As ridiculous as it sounds. Who'd have thunk my motivation would be a fictional gay couple who can turn into canines? Not me! Anyways, If you guys want to suggest some central word for the future drabbles, please do so in your reviews(yes, I'm expecting some!)or comments, Ill pick the ones I like.

Drabble 1

Central Word : Anteater.

Timeline : Year 1, Week 3.

The smoke issuing from their cauldron was so thick, that Remus couldn't even see Peter sitting across him. He coughed rather miserably and tried to follow his mother's advice – "Concentrate on your work, and the smells will fade". After five minutes, Remus concluded that to concentrate on his work, it was very very important that the smells fade first.

Before he could stop it, the tears were welling up in his bright brown eyes. A picture floated up to the surface of his brain : Mother – beautiful, loving, weary, and innocent of the ways of the wizarding world – sitting at the creaky old wooden table at home, in her faded red apron, and trying to dole out bits of useful advice to make her pathetic, werewolf son feel better.

"Hey, Lupin!"

Remus jerked in surprise.

"Lupin! Lupin! Do you have some extra anteater tail-fur? We did have a lot, but Potter here is storing some for a Vomiting Potion"

"V-Vomiting Potion?" squeaked Remus. He was always jumpy around Black, who seemed to have the energy and caprice of a tornado.

"Yeah" Black was at his shoulder suddenly "Merlin's pants, why is there so much smoke?"

"We must have added something wrong" Peter's blackened face was leaning in from the left.

Black snorted "Obviously!"

He turned to Remus. "So. Anteater tail-fur?"

"Uh, here" Remus dipped his hand in the pot of tail-fur, and took out a fistful which he handed over to Sirius ,not aware of the fact he was giving away too much, and that he would have to buy some again in a couple of months. He just wanted Sirius to leave him alone to his misery.

"Thanks! Oh you have soot on your nose" Sirius rubbed said part vigorously, and thumped him on the back so hard that he nearly fell off the high stool. "See you around, then"

In the deafening quiet that followed, Remus wished he was back at home. At home, in the comforting, familiar circle of his mother's arms. The tears fell.