A/N: If you have any reserved qualities about you, I would like to first just say: good for you! But be warned that this story has no reservations, so, I'll let you be the judge of what you can or cannot read.

Also, frankly, I don't care what people have to say or think about my stories. I write about what I want to write, leave out what I want to leave out, and tell the story I want to tell. This is a creative outlet for me, and I only post it for the other fellow persons who let their minds take them, sometimes a little too, far. If you like it, great! More power to you. But if not, I don't care.

So, my dear readers, please set the away message on reality, keep a rain check on sanity, and hang a "Do Not Disturb" sign in the face of reason, as I humbly present: Midnight, Madness, and Mischief, a Harry Potter fanfic.

"Wow, I can't believe it! I'm actually at Hogwarts!"

A small voice added to the roaring mumbling filling the Great Hall. Remus Lupin was a tall, lanky boy with cropped, light brown hair and an aura of innocence and curiosity. He gazed in awe as he and his fellow first years filed into the cavernous hall which was now occupied with all Hogwarts.

"Well, yeah, Remus. Where else would you be, Durmstrang?" The boy next to Remus, whose name was James, started laughing at his own joke. He had a light, breezy laugh, though it had a hint of pride to it. Remus had made friends with him on the train. He was slightly shorter than Remus with dark, messy hair, a long face, and a sort of mischievous twinkle in his eyes, which were a dark hazel.

"I'm going to be in Gryffindor, 'where dwell the brave at heart!' What house are you gonna be in, Sirius?"

"Well, my family does have quite the history in Slytherin, but who the hell cares about them? I'll be in Gryffindor too, mate, count on it!" The boy speaking was on Remus's right. His thick, black hair fell in loose tendrils down his handsome, carved face. He was a little bit taller than Remus, and his slender face glowed with a sort of mellow, careless arrogance which complimented his personality and features.

"How's about you, Peter? Supposing they put you in Hufflepuff, like your mum?"

"Well, I most certainly do hope that I'm in Gryffindor with you boys, but my mummy would be happy if I was in Hufflepuff, so, I guess I would be happy in either one." The last boy was, shall we say, 'short and stout?' He had bowl-cut, blonde hair and seemed to be hanging off of every word James was saying back on the train.

"How 'bout you, Remus? Which house do you think you'll be in?" Remus had, in fact, been thinking about the ever since he had received his letter. What house would he be put in? He had in fact written a chart based which focused on the statistics of each house.

Ravenclaw: Pros: Prized quality intelligence. Remus smart. Mom in Ravenclaw.

Cons: bad Quidditch team. Common room crazy during exams. Not many famous alumni.

Slytherin: Pros: great Quidditch team. Wicked house colors (green and silver.)

Cons: Classmates gits. Death Eaters Slytherins. Very few friends could be made there. Prized quality cunning. Remus not cunning.

Gryffindor (!!!): Pros: kiss ass Quidditch team. Brilliant house colors (red and gold.) Prized quality bravery. Remus brave. Dad Gryffindor. Fun classmates. Many friends could be made there.

Cons: can be slightly arrogant and illogical at times.

Hufflepuff: Pros: classmates nice. Prized quality kindness. Remus kind. Many friends could be made there. Only house with black as House color. Remus's favorite color black

Cons: most Hufflepuffs idiots. Dismal Quidditch team. Never wins House Cup. House animal badger. Badger worst house animal!

Remus considered the list as he replied, "Gryffindor, probably." "Excellent! Oh, the Sorting's about to begin! Best of luck, mates!"

Ever since he was young, he had dreamed of this moment. But when he was nine, tragedy struck, which almost kept his dream from coming true forever.

A/N: Hello, my darling readers! Now, you may be wondering, 'Hey! Why the hell are you interrupting us in the middle of the chapter?' Let me start by saying that I will often pop in and out of the story, which will often result in your displeasure. For those of you bothered by this, I have only one thing to say: frankly my dears, I don't give a damn. (laughs did anyone notice my Gone With the Wind reference?) And, although I may seem, shall we say, 'Peeves-esque,' there is often a point to my random comings. For example, I am here now to tell you the Remus is about to have a flashback! When any character is having a flashback, I shall let you know by doing two things. First, I shall separate it from the rest of the story using one of these snazzy lines, like this:
I will also put the entire flashback in italics. And so, my dear readers, though I regret to inform you that I have no regrets about my intrusion, (it is, after all, my story,) please continue with the reading to which you are so inclined to doing. And, hopefully, one of you will not mind, nay, possibly even enjoy what remains of this adventure!
"And make sure you come home before Remus's bedtime, you two!"

Remus and his father set off to the woods to go fishing in the lake. They each stepped off the front porch, tackle boxes and fishing rods in hand. That was one nice thing about their summer home in the Muggle world; things took time. They set off for the woods behind their porch, unknowingly that this would be the last time Remus saw this house being fully human.

Remus sat on the rock next to his father and listened intently as he spoke of how to reel fish in, cast the line out, and hang bait enticingly from the rusty metal hook. He soaked up his father's words like a sponge. His father smiled as he watched his young son's innocent face glow.

Remus caught his first fish. His father laughed and praised him.

He kept catching, one fish after the other, until ho had caught nearly every fish in the pond.

"Daddy, the fish look so sad. Can I let them go?"

Remus's father nodded, so proud of his caring, compassionate, intelligent son.

Remus's dad was packing up the tackle box, as Remus was letting all the fish free, naming each one as he released them.

"Goodbye, Apollo! Goodbye, Venus! Goodbye, Dionysus!"

A rustling in the bushes near Remus. If only they had heard…

ROAAAAAR!

A giant, wolf-like creature stood before Remus, glaring at him, through narrow yellow eyes.

"Don't move, son! I'll distract it!"

Remus's father hit the beast with sticks, made screeching noises, and jumped up and down on its tail; anything to distract it from his baby boy. Normally this scene would look comical, but in this context it was almost frightening what lengths needed to be taken to distract the monster.

AH-OOOH!

It howled like a coyote on a desert plateau. Then, it pounced.

It pinned Remus to the ground, using each paw's mighty strength to suppress the terrified boy beneath it. Then, it darted its head down at the boy's throat, and it wasn't until the boy's eyes, too, became an evil shade of yellow that it released him. Its task was complete.

Remus's father was at a loss of what to do.

"Remus?"

The boy's head turned. Only then did he see what had become of his cherished son. He now looked upon the face of his son's attacker. A long, protruding snout, long, gray fur slowly encasing his tiny little body, and fangs that gleamed in the moonlight where Remus's smile had been before.

Remus was a werewolf.

Luckily, his father knew enough to run. He cried as he ran, knowing that he would no longer be able to look upon the full moon in the same way again.

"Lupin, Remus."

Remus was brought out of his reverie by the firm voice of Professor McGonnagal, which was highlighted by a slightly Scottish accent.

Remus trodded lightly down the stairs to the stool where the Sorting Hat sat, as if the floor was a minefield. He took a deep breath. 'Remember, Remus, you're here, at Hogwarts! Very few people with your, affliction, get this opportunity! What the hell are you worrying about? What does it matter what house you're in?' 'It matters a hell of a lot,' the other voice inside his head said. Realizing that everyone was waiting for him to put the damn hat on, he shoved it on his head and hoped for the best.

"Gryffindor!"

Yes! He was in Gryffindor! He hadn't realized until now how much he wanted to be there, especially because Sirius was already there, beaming and applauding louder than anyone else. Remus ran down to the Gryffindor table and sat next to Sirius.

"Good one there, mate! I was worried for a minute there that you ere having second thoughts about this."

"What are you talking about?"

"When you were just, I dunno, standing there. You looked like you were gonna turn around and head home."

"Oh, that. I was just, thinking, is all."

As James and Peter, both also newly appointed Gryffindors, sat down, the tables were suddenly filled with an marvelous feast. There were hams, mashed potatoes, green peas, Peppermint Humbugs (for whatever reason,) and sweets out the wazoo. 'I could get used to this,' Remus thought to himself.

A/N: Well, there you go! My first chapter! Yay! Anyway, I think I need to now discuss with you the endangerment of the cyberbunnies. They feed off of reviews, and, because of the severe review shortage, the cyberbunnies are starving and facing extinction. Point blank: review and save the cyberbunnies. Every review counts. Thank you for your mandatory-esque attention, and I do so hope to see some of you for Chapter 2! 3