Here we are again, at the start of a new story :P So, before we get going, let's start with the obvious.
My main two pairings are going to be RemusxSirius and JamesxLily. I'm not changing this at all, I love them too much XD
Of course there is going to be another sort of pairing later, but that will be a suprise :33
For the ratings, this fic is actually an R, not M.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
There will be graphic yaoi smex/lemons, forced sex/rape/non-con, child abuse, lots of torture scenes, violence, swear words, and poor little werewolves being blackmailed.
As per usual, no flames please. For all the details and shit, go to my profile to read~~
Harry Potter and all the characters are not mine, nor are all the Foster the People lyrics you will see floating around in chapter titles and such. But they are simply amazing and I recommend...
Please enjoy :DD
X-REPOSE AND REQUIEM-X
CHAPTER ONE - YET AGAIN, I'M HUSTLING
The red train whistled loudly, alerting the dwadling students and relatives on the platform that it was time for final farewells. From the window of one of the compartments, a messy black haired boy with lopsided glasses and a miscevious grin leaned out and waved, his loose robes hanging off his lean frame in a rebellious sort of way.
A little, kind looking woman with graying red hair pulled up into a sloppy bun, one that still managed to look stylish despite the thick locks falling out of place to curl around her face, waved back from the platform. A few kind words and playful warnings were exchanged before the black haired head disappeared to converse with the regal boy sitting across from him.
This particular child had already said his stiff farewells and was now stripped of his hard outer shell that he wore when in the prescense of his parents, the prankster underneath shining through once he was well away with his childhood friend. His light-hearted smile and deep laugh complimented his handsome, if not boyish, face much more than his usual blank expression. His dark black hair fell in heavy waves around his long face elegantly and shook when he motioned with his hands in conversation.
Only a few feet from where the future Hogwarts troublemaker's mother now turned to walk away, a small, mousy looking boy was clinging onto his rather large mother, looking uneasy at the prospect of letting go. Tears gathered in his already watery eyes as the train whistled again and he knew that the time to part would be soon.
The eleven year-old with the morals and intelligence of a fourth grader, and the appetite of a hippogriff, whined and pouted as he stalled for time. His mother rubbed his wiry blonde hair with a plump hand and whispered patient encourgements as the rest of the crowd emptied out into the train or the gateway. He gave his mother one last squeeze before setting off, tripping, onto the shiny Hogwarts express.
At that very moment, another small boy burst out of the barrier between King's Cross and the magic world, a very anxious look on his scarred face and amber eyes darting across the platform before falling on the ready to leave train. A fleeting look of happiness crossed his face before his eyes closed off once more into a deadpan expression and he sprinted forward towards the open door of the express, a very slight limp visible in his easy stride.
He hopped into the train just as the final whistle sounded and the wheels began to churn. The boy sighed in apparent relief and heaved up his suitcase with ease that no eleven-year old should be able to muster, much less a child with a sickly pale pallor and a frail frame.
Meanwhile in another compartment, the two best friends playing with a choclate frog were interrupted by someone knocking on the door of their compartment. They both looked up from the frog they were tormenting and peered curiously at the figure in the hallway.
"I'll get it." The aristocrat stood up, shot a grin to his friend and slid open the glass door.
In the doorway stood a very properly clothed boy, wearing a dark blue sweater vest over a crisp white dress shirt and a black tie, with ironed black slacks hugging his thin legs. He blinked in suprise at the grinning boy gazing at him before nodding his head in acknowlegement.
"I'm sorry to bother you, but do you mind if I join you?" He asked in a soft voice, tilting his head ever so slightly to the side.
"Sure!" The black haired boy smiled even wider before stepping aside to let the other student pass through.
"Thanks."
The messy haired boy still sitting by the window waved as the amber eyed creature slid his suitcase under his seat.
"I'm James Potter, it's nice to meet 'cha!" He grinned lopsidedly and stuck out his hand.
The strange new object in the compartment sat neatly, his amber eyes guarded as he put on his well constructed mask.
"I'm Remus. Remus Lupin." The other student replied softly with a blank face, giving James his gloved hand to shake. "First-year."
"Us too!" James said happily, undeterred by the cold, somewhat skeptical gaze he was recieving.
The third member of the group closed the door and flopped down into his seat across from Remus and James, carefully studying the most stoic one.
"Sirius Black, at your service." He smirked cockily after a few seconds.
"Pleasure." Remus replied shortly before pulling a small book out of his pocket to read, not once making eye contact with either of the other students.
James and Sirius met curious gazes before shrugging and pulling out another frog. They'd rather entertain themselves with each other than try and get something out of the obviously shut-off brunette with the white scars on his face.
As Remus read, he also listened to the other boy's bickering and playing with curiousity. And he wished that he could have to courage to join in.
Welp, thats it for now... I hope you like it so far?
Please review and tell me what you thought... I'm sorry about the OOCness of Remus, he's just now getting used to the company :33 And Peter will show up more later, I promise you...
Until next time?