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This is a new revised prologue. I hope you like it.

Disclaimer- I don't own any one in this fic. I also want to give credit to Slytherin Warrior my cousin. Cuz she helped me come up with the plot for Remus. Thanks.

Rising Stars

It was a dark morning in London. Two dark brown excited eyes peeked out through the window out into the street. Smiling secretively to himself the boy slowly crept back into his bed before he was caught looking into Muggle London.

He never really understood what the point was living in a house on a perfectly fine street if you could never go out into it. Early morning was the only time her could ever get a chance to see the world that existed without any magic.

His parents had forbidden any contact from the muggle world so the young boy was forced to wake up early to even get a glimpse of the non-magical world beyond his window.

"Master Sirius, the Mistress wants you." Looking up startled he nodded.

"Ok. Kretcher." Walking down the steps slowly as his parents showed him how to, the young lad went to his mother's side.

"You are up early again, Sirius." The boy's mother was staring at the family tapestry. "Such a grand family we have my boy. You are part of the purest of the magical community. Your blood has never been tainted and forced to mix with anyone of those Muggles that the fools insist on teaching out ways."

The boy nodded knowing it was best not to speak until spoken to in front of his parent. Even at five Sirius knew that much.

"You will marry another pure-blood witch and continue the family line. You are the hope of our family line."

"How about Regulus?" Sirius couldn't help but ask looking at the bottom of the family tree where his name and the name of his three year old brother were.

"Yes Regulus is my son as well, but you are the oldest, the heir to all that we have. Always remember 'Toujours Pur' Always Pure. Don't be misguided by the muggle loving fools all around us. You must remain strong never do anything to bring shame to this Family."

"Yes mother. Was there anything else you wanted or may I go back upstairs?"

"I want you to get dressed. We are having a dinner party with your father's associates. Your aunt is coming as well and bringing her three girls as well."

"Andromeda too?" The boy's eyes lit up at the though of his favorite cousin coming to visit. She was starting Hogwarts this year and he wouldn't get to see her as often as he usually did. Sure Narcissia was also at Hogwarts and had been for two years already. But Andromeda was his favorite cousin.

"I believe that is what I said. Now I will send Nsevert to come and assist you soon."

"Yes mother." The boy quickly turned and exited the room quickly.

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Sirius found himself sitting with his cousin, brother, and several other children of the guest. How he longed to go up to his room where he could sit, play, and plan how he would get mother to let him go to Diagon Ally. Not sit here all polite and proper while the adults made polite conversation.

"So how have you been Sirius?" Bellatrix asked him from where she was sitting next to him. Bella was only four years older than him and his other cousin.

"Hmm… fine. To bad Andy and Cissa couldn't come back for Christmas this year. Stupid snow."

"Maybe you wish they were here but I'm glad that they are not." Siruis just shrugged.

"Wish I could leave the table."

"Oh why would you want to do that? This is simply marvelous. I can not wait until I get to go to Hogwarts. Only one more year"

"Yah I guess." Sirius scanned the room for a moment before his eyes landed on a light blond head. "Hey isn't that that Malfoy boy that Cissa is always talking about?"

"Pardon? I think so. I wonder how he got here since Narcissia and Andromeda could not come home?"

"Floo probably." Both of them looked at the boy who was deep in conversation with the boy next to him. "Malfoy was his name?"

"Yes, Cissa said he refused to help her in Potions and Defense even though he is the best Slytherin at both subjects. The he shoved Andy when she was sitting in his place at dinner."

"Hmm…" Looking around to make sure no one was watching he picked up the spoon in front of him and carefully loaded it with some food. "This should teach him to not mess with a Black."

"Oh no Sirius don't. I'll tell your mother." Sirius wavered a bit before smirking, a thing he picked up from the other adults in the family.

"I really don't care right now. Won't be the first time probably won't be the last." And with that he let the food fly.

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"Sirius!" His mother and father were watching him as he sat in the chair in their study. "Now what do you have to say for yourself. This wasn't the first time you have ruined a party with you're behavior. What did we say about up holding the family honor."

Sirius's dark black eyes looked at his feet as they were hidden behind his dark brown bangs.

"I see that you will never listen to us. You are eight years old and should know better by now." His father looked at him with disappointment in his eyes. "You are a smart boy, my son. That is a fact. It's time you put that brain to work."

"You will be sent to you're Uncle Alphard. He should be able to get you into shape." Sirius looked up quickly fear spark in his eyes. Leave. Leave Grimauld Place. How could he?

"Yes, Andromeda will also join you in the summers. Hopefully she will be able to achieve what her sister could not. What a terrible disappointment that Narcissia was not made Prefect.

"Andy?" The Blacks winced at the undignified nickname. Realizing his slip Sirius winced.

"Yes." His mother said straining. "You will leave in the morning. You are dismissed."

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Sirius woke up running his hand through his hair he climbed out of bed. Sneaking a peak out of his window as he did every time he woke up at Grimmauld Place.

Looking over to the corner where his new trunk laid Sirius smiled to himself. This is it. I can finally get away. No more hiding what I really think. Hogwarts will be a new beginning for me. No more rants about inferior mudbloods. No more talks about up holding the family honor. It's time to take control of my life myself. And this is the first step.

Just a few more hours and all will be revealed. I will NOT be sorted to Slytherin. I'm a Gryffindor and I know it. Even Bella say's so.

Smiling at all the muggle trinkets hidden in his trunk from his uncle he walked over to his dark brown Great grey owl, Boreas.

"This is it. No turning back." Taking a deep breath he grabbed his cloak. "It's time to star over."

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It was Peter Pettigrew's first day at his new school. He was just standing in the courtyard in front of the building. Urged forward by his mother he slowly walked into the building.

"Excuse me?" His mother stopped to ask at the office. "This is my son's first day here."

Peter watched as the person showed him to his new classroom.

"This is it Petey. Now you be a good boy." With that his mother gave him a hug and brushing away some of his blond hair, kissed the top of his head.

Standing in the doorway he looked in to see his new classmates.

"Hello you must be Peter?" The teacher smiled down at him.

To nervous to say anything he just nodded.

"I'm Ms. Parker. Class we have a new student, Peter Pettigrew. Peter, can you tell us something about yourself? Anything you like to do?"

"Um… My name is Pe… Peter." He stuttered looking down at his shoes. "I'm seven and I live with my mum. I like to plant things in my mum's garden…" he trailed off shifting his feet.

"That's great." Ms. Parker said smiling. "Now where can you sit?" She looked up for a moment. "Ah. You can sit next to Christopher."

The boy sitting in the back looked up. He had normal brown hair but his eyes were an odd color, almost purple. Peter sat next to him and looked at Ms. Parker who had just told everyone to take out their books.

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The week past uneventfully for Peter unless you counted the time he almost knocked over a bookshelf when he tripped on his untied shoe laces. It was free time and Peter just stood around looking at all the kids around him playing like always.

"Why Peter?" Spinning around he found himself facing Ms. Parker. "Why aren't you playing with the other children?"

Peter just shrugged. He was never good at making friends though he really wanted someone to play with.

"Why don't you go over there?" Ms. Parker pointed him toward a group of boys from his class.

Slowly he walked over and stood around the ring of children who were busy playing marbles. "Can I play?" He asked softly. The boy closest to his turned to revel it was Christopher.

"Do you have any marble?"

Peter slowly shook his head. He left all his marbles at home because he did not expect to be made to play with the others. That and the fact he was not very good.

"We'll you can't expect to play without any marbles do you?" Christopher asked him.

Again all Peter could do was shake his head. Christopher turned back around blocking him from the circle of boys. Peter turned and started to walk away when the wind carried words to his ear.

"Stupid Peter. Why do you think he wanted to play with us."

"As if we wanted to play with a boy who like's to plant in his mommy's garden."

"Yah, that's girl's stuff."

Peter blinked back a few tears out of his blue eyes and glared at the boys. It was at that moment the bell rang for them to go back in. Before his eyes all the boys gathered up all their marbles but they all must have missed some because as soon as they took a step forward to start to line up each and every one of them slipped and fell on their backs. Startled Peter looked at the ground to see what had tripped all the boys. Seeing nothing Peter started to back up nervously. Somehow he knew that it had something to do with him. Turning around he started to walk quickly to where Ms. Parker was called them.

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Here it was. Peter stared at the paper in his shaking hands. Here was the answer to why he was so different. Why everything around him would act all funny whenever he was mad or frustrated.

He was a wizard.

Looking at the page in wonderment he clenched his hand. This was his chance. He would go to a new school, where no one would know him as stupid Petey, the strange boy who liked to garden, whose father had just disappeared. (or as most people liked to say just got tired of his wife and son and left them.) He wouldn't be the loser. The one always to be teased and ridiculed.

This was his chance. To form a new reputation for himself. To start over.

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James Potter bounded down the stairs. Today was the day. His father was finally going to let him ride a real broom. James had always admired his dad's broom from a distance. Never been allowed on it. 'till now. His 7th birthday.

"I'm all ready dad." The excited boy announced as he walked or should we say dashed into the living room where his parents were waiting.

"Whoa slow down, Jamsie." His father laughed as he stood up. "If you go any faster you might take-off with out the help of a broom." James just laughed at this and started bouncing around in excitement.

"Oh be sure you're careful, Richard." Mrs. Potter said from where she was sitting her dark black hair was pulled up in a simple ponytail.

"Aren't you coming, mum?" James asked curiously.

"Maybe later." She smiled at her son. "But someone has to get ready for your party later. Now go along you two and be careful the muggles do see you."

"I know dear." Mr. Potter said from the closet where he stored his brooms. "Come on James. Let me teach you how to really fly."

"See you later mum." James called as he hurried after his father.

Two hours later both men of the house came back home. Tired, exhausted, and laughing harder then ever.

"Susan." Mr. Potter called out to his wife. "He's a natural. I don't think I've ever seen anyone respond to a broom so well." Mr. Potter beamed down at his son who was swelling with the praise that his father gave him.

"Well you should know. You watch enough Quidditch." Mrs. Potter called back. "I think I've got them all. Richard can you come in here to make sure I haven forgotten anything."

"Sure dear." Mr. Potter sent James upstairs to go change while he went to make sure that all the magical objects were hidden properly.

James got to his room where he changed out of his dirty robes and put on some muggle ones. Like most magical families his house was located in a fairly secluded area. That meant they could perform magic more freely without fear of getting spotted. Still his parents didn't want him to be totally secluded from other children so they would often bring him into the local town to play with children his own age, even though they were muggles.

This would be his first time ever inviting some of his friends over to his house. James couldn't wait until they got there. Still he was disappointed that he couldn't talk to them about magic. The ringing of the doorbell brought him to his senses and he rushed downstairs to see who was there.

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It was James's luck day. He had managed to avoid his mum long enough to grab some newly baked cookies and his broomstick, the SwiftRider100. Slowly closing the back door he snickered to himself lightly. Smothering his chuckles he started to walk to the clearing where he could fly without being seen.

As soon as he got there he stuck a cookie into his pocket and the others he kept in his pocket. Mounting his broom and kicking off he closed his eyes for a moment and just enjoyed the feeling of the wind rushing through his hair.

Opening his eyes he targeted an apple hanging off one of the trees at the edge of the field. Laying flat on his broom he rushed toward it. Spining in mid air he snatched it of the tree and tucked it into his arms like a small quaffle. Imaging a team of opposing Quidditch players he swerved around on his broom and dodged imaginary bludgers. Reaching he end of the field he took the apple and threw it between a fork in a tree trunk.

"And James Potter scores another goal!" He yelled at nobody… At least that was what he though. A steady clapping came from below him. Shocked he spun on his broom to see his father grinning at him.

"Great work there." He called up as he mounted his broom. "Though I think it would be even better if you had someone to play against as well as something closer to the size of a quaffle." He held up the practice quaffle he had gotten James last year for his 9th birthday. " What do you say?"

"How?" The boy asked in shock. Catching the quaffle as it was thrown to him.

"Well when I realized I haven't heard any explosions or mishaps today. Or seen you at all I decided that I needed a day off of work and came and found you. Don't worry I haven't told your mum you went flying without supervision. This will be our little secret."

The two Potter men ended up going to Diagon Alley in the afternoon. After wandering arougn for a bit they ended up in front of the Owl Emporium.

"What do you say we take a look inside?" Mr. Potter asked his son. "You'll be of for Hogwarts soon enough and you'll new an owl of your own if you want to keep your mother happy so that she can sent you letters everyday." James made a face at that but rushed inside just the same.

The inside was chaos. Owl feathers everywhere and the random hoots of birds added to the noise that the people made over the birds.

James dragged his father to a fairly quiet and unpopulated section of the store. Sitting in one of the cages were several little owls with a larger one sitting over them, obviously their mother. The mother had series of dark stripes along her feathers.

"My I help you sirs?" One of the store attendants sided up to the Potters. "May I point you to you the spotted owl. They are exceptionally strong bred this year."

"What's wrong with these?" Mr. Potter asked as James peered between the bars at one of the little owls who looked back at him.

"Oh… well… um…" The worker looked nervously at the creatures before leaning in and whispered softly to Mr. Potter. "They were all born prematurely and though they might look fine now they aren't expected to live for very long." Raising his voice to speak normally he gestured toword the other owls once again. "How about a nice snowy owl. They are extremely…" He was cut of by James as he looked at his father.

"Can I please get this one?" He pointed to the one he had been looking at. "He needs me. I can tell. I promise to take care of him."

Mr. Potter looked at the little owl and back to his son. "Are you sure?" The only response was James's head shaking rapidly up and down because he had already turned back to the little creature and was petting it between the bars. "If you are sure that's the one you want. I have to tell you that it might not survive. It was born weak, James"

"It'll survive. I can tell. It's in its eyes. He's stronger than he looks."

"Ok. It is your birthday in a couple of week. This will be and early birthday present from me." He smiled ruffling up his son's hair he turned to the sales person. "How much is it? And when can we take it home?"

"15 for the owl and cage, 25 for that plus all the basic owl necessities. And you can take it whenever you want. We just couldn't separate them from their mother since we though they were going to die soon."

Giving the man 25 galleons. James and Mr. Potter went home with their newest addition to the family.

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James looked up from where he was sitting in the car with his parents. Notus was in his cage next to him. Yes, that little owl he had got several years before was still alive. And he proved to be just as big a trouble maker as he had predicted.

He also turned out to be James's biggest friend. He was the only one James could talk to about practically everything. From the latest prank he was pulling to the newest spell he was looking up out of boredom .

Though he wished that he had someone human he could talk to about everything. Someone who could understand and talk back. What he really wanted was a beat friend Now was his chance. He was finally going to Hogwarts. He would be with witches and wizards of his own age, and somewhere in those groups of people was a best friend for him.

No more planning pranks alone. No more sitting by himself wondering what to do alone. He could finally have some one to play with his. He wasn't going to keep any secrets from his friends anymore. He would finally be able to tell them everything.

He was finally going to start over

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In a small village in England there were two children playing in the woods in their backyard. The boy was taller than the girl by an inch and had dirty blond hair and smoky grey eyes. The girl looked down at the boy from their tree house. She had hair just like her twin but her eyes were a dark green shade. Reaching down she took the stuff her brother was passing her and put it inside the tree house and reached down for the next item.

"Can you believe mum and dad let us do this?" she called down to her brother. Even thought the twins were only five turning six in a few weeks their parents were letting them sleep out in the tree house that their father had built them for a night as a reward for helping around the house.

"Yah. But nothing's going to attack us here. I mean there's nothing around here that would or could hurt us. It's just so boring around here. Do we have everything?" She looked around the tree house at all the supplies: two sleeping bags, loads of food, several board games and other stuff to keep them amused for the night.

"Looks like it. Do you have your pendant?" Looking up at her sister he nodded showing his half of the wolf head. They each had a half to identify themselves as twins and as part of the Lupin family which means 'wolf'. The pendant was the purest silver available and had a silver chain that they wore around their necks. Remus had the Right half and Romulissa the Left. They were supposed to ware them all the time but Remus thought necklaces were girlish so he kept his off most of the time and was always getting in trouble for not having it on.

"You know dad told you not to put it in you pocket." Romulissa told him as he climbed up to her.

"Yah." He put his pendant down on the floor and went to the food. Taking out a game he challenged her to a winner takes all game of Chutes and Ladders: Magical version. Where the ladders and slides were unpredictable and could land you anywhere on the board.

A half and hour later the game was still going strong but the sun had set, the full moon had risen, and they couldn't find a flashlight.

"I knew I forgot something." Romulissa dug deeper into all their stuff.

"Here I'll just go back to the house and get one. It's not that far. It'll just take a minute." He climbed down the tree house and a moment later was gone. Romulissa just rolled her eyes at her impulsive brother and began organizing all their games. Suddenly a scream ripped through the air.

"REMUS!!!!" She looked around and noticed her twin's pendant at the entrance. A fierce howl followed by another scream urged Romulissa into action. Grabbing her brother's pendant she jumped down from the tree house running towards her brother's screams.

It only took a moment to find Remus unconscious and a wolf about to rip his throat out. His arm was losing blood at a fast rate where the wolf had already bitten him. Snapping a twig as she entered the clearing she drew the wolf's attention to herself. Growling it released its death grip on Remus and started advancing toward her. Not knowing what else to do she let out a piercing scream similar to her brother's and turned running through he trees. Stumbling on fallen branches she ran as fast as she could and soon came to a rushing river where her family had often come for picnics. Looking around she found the jumping rocks that lead across the river. Knowing she didn't have much time she drew up a breath and stated hopping rock as fast as she could.

The wolf tore out of the wood behind her and saw what she was doing. Jumping onto the first rock it hoped to follow her but slipped as the rock was too small to hold it and was swept into the stream. Romulissa watched as the wolf's head broke the surface of the water and started to swim toward her. Reaching the other bank she turned for one more panicked glance at the wolf and rushed off again into the forest.

Several hours later Remus's pendant was found at the other end off the river bank where Romulissa had dropped it in her panic. Remus had been rushed to Saint Mungo's as soon as they found him. Mr. and Mrs. Lupin had heard their children's screams along with their close neighbors and rushed out to find Remus half dead and no sign of Romulissa. Search parties were sent out right away but hours after they had found the pendant and Remus's bite and claw marks were analyzed to be from a werewolf they all lost hope of finding her.

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Six year later an eleven year old Remus Lupin sat at the base of the tree house that was the last place he had ever seen his twin. Tied to the tree he remembered that night. The night he became a werewolf, lost his other half, and had his life change dramatically. His parents had the tree surrounded by a steel cage so he couldn't get out and he had a steel chain that was attached to the tree tied around his wrist.

His pendant that he had hated when he was little was now kept in a box on his desk because he could no longer touch it. The moon rose and he began to change giving one last human smile before the wolf took over completely.

Though his life had changed completely he had one thing to look forward for after his transformation. Hogwarts. The greatest wizarding school had accepted him as a student and he was going away to a place where he could finally start over.

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Little did the four boys know just how much each and every one of their lives would change once they stepped on the train to that legendary school.

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Hey. So how did you like it.

OK just some notes. For Sirius In case you got a little confused each section he's a little older. 1st-5, 2nd-6/7, 3rd-8, 4th-11

Any other question can be left in a review. I'm planning to answer all of them in the next chapter I write so leave lots. Also I'm wondering if I should redo the other chapter as well?

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P.S. This is my longest chapter I've ever written. 8 pages in Word without my comments. Be proud of me =D

P.P.S. Any suggestions for a new title will be welcome. I just don't think this one fits.