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Written for; Stickers; Magical Being; Giant - Write about someone different.
Word count without AN - 363
Friends Like His
He'd dreamed of Hogwarts. His mum had told him stories, of classes, of creatures, of the friends he could make, of portraits and ghosts and even moving staircases.
And then he was bitten. And his life changed forever.
He'd thought, for the longest time, that those stories would remain stories to him, of an abstract future that he could've had, had his father not offended a werewolf.
Until Dumbledore arrived. A kind old man with an eclectic taste in robes and a friendly smile had arrived with a letter and a plan.
Remus could go to Hogwarts.
He felt sick with excitement until the day arrived and the sickness changed to one of fear.
He was different and he was sure his classmates would realise that. He couldn't allow himself to get close to anyone, because he couldn't chance anyone finding out what made him different.
What made him dangerous.
He stuck by that, that belief that he could hold himself apart from the others, until he arrived at the Gryffindor dorm room that would become his home for the next seven years.
James Potter, a funny boy that had an air of spoilt entitlement to him, even as he offered Remus a genuine smile. Sirius Black, a charming boy with charming eyes and a charming smile. Peter Pettigrew, a smaller boy who looked as nervous as Remus himself felt.
He liked them immediately.
He tried to hide it. He managed for a while, with tales of a poorly mum, and a bad immune system of his own.
Eventually, they found out. He knew they would, they were smart boys.
And yet…
They were awaiting him when he returned from the Hospital Wing. They had a speech rehearsed. Remus only heard one line of it, spoken by Sirius, with his charming eyes and a smile that was soft and gentle, just for Remus.
"We know you're different, we know why you're different, but you're still our Remus."
A furry little problem was born, and for all his differences, Remus realised that his mother's tales of friendship at Hogwarts had been woefully underwhelming.
He was quite sure that nobody had friends quite like his.