Remus Lupin was a werewolf. He had been since he was six years old.
Yet first and foremost he was a Marauder.
The Marauders gained their name from Professor Mcgonagall's famous lecture about the dangers of "marauding around the castle like idiots", and were the closest of friends, and the loyalest people Remus had ever met.
And the Marauders had rules.
There were the obvious ones like when you got caught pranking you remained silent and took your punishment alone to save the others. And then there were the unspoken ones like helping Peter out in tests and not mentioning Sirius's family, or not falling in love with your best friend.
Yet Remus Lupin had fallen in love with his best friend. He was totally in love with the biggest playboy Hogwarts had ever seen, his very male best friend, Sirius Orion Black.
Currently Remus was sitting in the Marauder's compartment on the train, watching as the object of his affections and James regaled stories of their summer together to a rapt Peter.
Remus hated being jealous of James but he was. He couldn't help it. He was Sirius's best mate, and Remus had no chance of ever meaning that much to Sirius. Having said that it was always Remus who Sirius would seek out in the middle of the night, crawling into his bed and baring his soul. This filled Remus with a far too large sense of hope. 'Maybe sixth year would be different' Remus thought.
"Moony, you ok? Moony?" Sirius was staring at him with an adorably concerned look on his face.
"Huh?"
"Are you alright Rem?" Sirius replied.
"Oh yeah just tired. The moon, you know?" Remus lied quickly.
Neither Sirius nor James looked particularly like they believed him but carried on with their stories nether the less.
Remus sighed, he was so pathetic.
