AN: T for language and potential limes. Remus/ Tonks never happened in this (it just doen't fit that Remus would leave his wife and child to go off with Elena), also when Remus and Sirius went back in time they got younger. It's my first fic so feedback would be lovely I'm writing this for NaNoWriMo, so I will update (hopefully) a chapter a day. Each chapter should be around 1,600 words so not too long or too short. Reviews help keep me motivated!
The sky was a mix of beautiful, warm colors. It was the kind of combination of pink, blue, purple, red and yellow that comes only from a sunset, which is, of course, what it was. Damon Salvatore however, was ignoring the sunset; he had seen enough of them to last multiple lifetimes. Damon was instead, searching for something, or someone. His brother to be specific. Stefan Salvatore, vampire, boyfriend of the girl Damon was in love with, and under Klaus's spell. Klaus, now he was a different matter entirely. Damon was getting tired of always fighting Klaus, or rather, always losing to Klaus, but there's not much you can do when your mortal enemy is an original as well as a vampire- werewolf hybrid.
"Brother." Stefan. Damon turned around to face him,
"There you are."
"Here I am. Now why am I here?"
"Research. I want to know what happened; why we're here. Oh, and you can cut the brother crap. It's just us."
Stefan shrugged, "Fine, it's all the same to me… Sirius," Sirius, Damon's real name. No one but Remus had called him that name in a very long time… but no, this monster controlled by Klaus was not Remus, he was not the same boy Sirius had grown up with; not the same boy he had gone to Hogwarts with, this was the demon inside. The marauders would have said this wasn't Remus, it was the wolf inside, but there was no wolf anymore. The wolf was gone, a bloodsucker in its place. But this still wasn't Remus, Sirius refused to let that name be tarnished by Klaus. No, this was Stefan, which, of course, was who Remus had been for the last one hundred and fifty years.
"Although…" Stefan said, interrupting Sirius' thoughts, "I feel like we should document this moment: The first time Sirius Black willingly steps foot into a library." Stefan gestured to the large building behind them, the sign on which read, "Mystic Falls Public Library." Sirius shot Stefan a "look", pushed open the big wooden doors and stepped inside.
Remus Lupin took a deep breath in as he stepped into the Mystic Falls library. He had always loved the smell of old books. Or rather, Remus Lupin would have taken a deep breath in, had he been in control of his own body, but Klaus had compelled him, and since Klaus only knew Stefan Salvatore, not Remus Lupin, Klaus had compelled Stefan and Stefan was the one without his humanity. Remus knew Sirius believed he had gone, given in to the compulsion, and the Remus was gone, but he wasn't. Remus was still there, underneath Stefan, just waiting to break back out.
So Remus waited, he watched through his own eyes, he watched himself walk over toward the shelves and pull out a book, all while he prayed to Merlin that Stefan might let him out for just a bit, just to do what he did best.
"This would be easier if we had a more, well… magical library." Sirius said. He was right, even the Hogwarts library, which limited their access to the more advanced magic, would be better than this. Remus would do anything right now for a trip to Flourish and Blotts.
Remus continued to look through the shelves. Through the books he saw a flash a copper hair. Lily! Then Remus remembered. It couldn't be Lily. Lily and James had been murdered by none other than Voldemort. He had to stop thinking of his old friend whenever he saw any ginger hair; of course it was even worse when they were in the library as that was where Lily had spent most of her time.
He forced himself to forget it and went back to looking for books that could help Sirius and him. Remus remembered how they had gotten to Mystic Falls. He may not know technically how, or why, but he still remembered it like yesterday.
The Battle of Hogwarts. That's where Remus was, fighting to defend his alma mater from Death Eaters. There was a flash of green light, a Death Eater's cackle, then, he was just… there, in Mystic Falls in the year 1863, a human. For the first time in as long as Remus could remember, he was human, not a werewolf. When he got there he had a pounding headache and after a few hundred years to consider it, he decided it was because, as soon as he arrived in Mystic Falls, his head was suddenly full of new memories, the old ones were still there, he could still remember the life of Remus Lupin, but he could also remember another life, one of Stefan Salvatore. He could remember his parents, him town, his school teachers… his brother. His brother, Damon.
No sooner had the memory crossed his mind, than the man himself strode out of the manor. Tall, dark hair, grey eyes, a startling familiar face, Remus found himself staring into the face of Sirius Black. Sirius Black who had died two years ago in the Department of Mysteries. Sirius sat down on the grass with Remus for hours, talking about how he had gotten to Mystic Falls about a year ago. Their experiences were remarkably similar, except for the detail that Sirius remembered looking Bellatrix in the eye as she fired the curse that had, supposedly, killed him.
"Stefan…" Damon nudged Stefan, bringing him out of his flashback. "Is that… James?"
