Disclaimer: As per usual, the characters featured in this fic do not belong to me. I'm not J. .
A/N: Hi guys! I know it's been a while, but I have another one. I love writing about the marauders era just as much as you guys love reading about it. I hope you enjoy it.
edit: I've decided that it would be best for the plot that the story start one year earlier. Don't worry. Don't panic. I haven't changed much. I hope that you enjoy it more than you did.
Chapter one: Another Year ends….
Lily at in the Prefect carriage on the Hogwarts Express next to Remus. For June, the weather was peculiar. The rain was pouring down with such furiosity that it could have been November if it had been cold enough. She realised how well the weather matched her mood. She dreaded going home. Fifth Year had been a long and eventful one. If she was being honest, she needed a break from it all. Looking at Remus, she realised he felt the same. Nobody knew why. For some reason he liked to keep his life out of Hogwarts from discussion. Lily didn't blame him. She hated how her blood status had become a topic of casual discussion between Severus and his new friends. There was nothing that could be done. She wasn't desperate enough to come crawling back to him. Anything but.
It had been over a year since they were last friends, since he had called her that dreadful name in spontaneity.
"Mudblood!"
The word echoed through her mind again and again as she gazed out the train window, longing to be back at Hogwarts. She jumped when Remus tapped her shoulder.
"I'm guessing you're not too excited about going home either." He said.
"Then you guessed correctly." Lily replied bluntly.
Remus paused for a moment and sat down across from her.
"What are you thinking of?"
"Of how I'll go home to a sister so consumed by jealousy she refuses to talk to me and a city where I'm constantly forced to hide who I am."
"I know how you feel." Remus pauses for a moment, reluctant to share his troubles. His eyes look to the carriage floor, praying it would swallow him whole. "I-I'm a werewolf."
To his surprise, she wasn't the least bit shocked. In fact, her face was painted with understanding and empathy. Was it possible that she knew?
"Did you already know or…" He looked down, ashamed of something that wasn't his fault. For years, Lily had seen through his pretence. Underneath was a boy who deeply underestimated and undervalued who he was. It was hard to watch, she had to admit.
"No but I'm certainly not surprised either. You've been through a lot, that I know. I just need you to stop under estimating yourself because of it. Just because you're a werewolf doesn't mean that you are any less of a wonderful person because of it. On contrary, you are intelligent, kind, trustworthy, compassionate, considerate, and so much more."
A silence lies between them. They each think of how their life would have been, when they are suddenly brought back to reality by a familiar voice.
"Anything from the trolley, dears?"
"No thanks, Mary." Remus replied politely. He knew most people by name. Lily thought for a moment. Bertie Botts, Sherbet Lemons, or Chocolate Frogs? Or maybe some fizzing whizbees. Maybe I should get some of each and share them with Marlene and Dorcas. She thought.
"Some Sherbet Lemons and a box of fizzing whizbees ,please" She said.
She turned to Remus. "I better be off then. The girls will be wondering where I've been."