Title: WPA (WerewolfProtectionAgency)
I suppose this is an AU (What does that stand for!?)
The Black family owns/founded the WPA.
They don't go to Hogwarts.
Peter and James already know each other.
This is also a slash story. (Look at my name, what else do you expect?) If you don't like it then don't flame me.
The Beginning
Remus' P.O.V
Remus Lupin was an ordinary child by most standards, he had mousy brown hair, expressive eyes and the curious attitude of a six year old.
But he also happened to be a werewolf.
And a six year old child that had lost the innocence of childhood, the innocence that allowed him to think that his parents arms could shield him from the world.
But apart from that he was an ordinary child.
Once he was bitten however, his parents couldn't even bare to look at him so here he was now, mercilessly being dumped at the infamous WPA(WerewolfProtectionAgency), a place that Remus had only ever heard about before.
"I don't want to!" he whined as his father dragged him, his mother claiming to be too 'pure' to go within a foot of him.
"We've been though this! -You-don't-have-a-choice-," John panted, he himself had not really wanted to get rid of Remus like this but his wife had insisted and it was his wife who wore the trousers, or so to speak.
Remus had already decided that a tantrum was beneath him so he had fallen back on 'non-violent protests' and was refusing to co-operate in any shape or form.
"Please…" he whimpered as the building finally came into sight.
His father shook his head firmly, "Now remember to behave yourself and don't get into unnecessary fights." John smiled sadly and bent down to hug his son, "I'll try to visit you." He said for his son's ears alone and Remus had almost cried there and then but he knew he was too old to cry so he nodded solemnly instead and tried to smile.
His mouth was dry and his palms sweaty as his father lead him into the reception, clutching his hand tightly. "You'll be alright son, I'll come back for you some day," John said as he smoothed Remus' hair and smiled painfully.
He talked to the witch at the desk then, whom Remus had taken an instant disliking to. Her black hair was scraped back in a tight pony tail and chubby fingers were adorned with silver rings. Her eyes were piecing and as she turned her gaze to him, she smiled in a sickeningly sweet fashion.
"Hello dear and welcome to the WPA or the Werewolf Protection Agency, the place for werewolves with no place to go." Her voice was shill and seemed to drill into his ears; he hardly managed to repress a shudder.
His father nudged him and he smiled back innocently, "Hello, I'm Remus Lupin, serial number 2H64HF8. Pleased to meet you." He said politely whilst holding back a snicker at the shocked expression on her face.
Tearing her gaze away from him, she turned back to his father, "Now Mr Lupin if you would kindly fill out this form for me and sign here, here, here, here, and here - oh and here, here and here -"
Sighing, Remus turned away from the adult conversation and gazed around him. He scowled as he took in the dark and dusty room. The strong scent of blood was heavy and had been masked by cleaning agents. Remus' nose twitched.
The dust seemed to be pouring into the room and he squinted in the slight gloom that was falling as night drew closer.
The unmistakable smell of his own kind lingered all around him too and he subconsciously stood closer to his father.
"Thank-you Mr Lupin. Could you bring - er - Remus round here and I'll get him settled in." The witch smiled again and his father bent down to say goodbye.
He pressed his son closely to his chest, "Be good Rem, and remember; you control the wolf." Remus clung to his father, scared tears squeezing past tightly shut eyelids.
"Don't make me stay Daddy, I don't want to. It smells funny and I don't like it! Don't make me stay -" John gently peeled his son of him and pushed him softly towards Mrs Black, ignoring the way his stomached clenched painfully and his heart seemed to contract.
"Love you!" he called as he had one final glimpse of his petrified child before he was lead down a dark, dank corridor.
John sighed, straightened up and walked back out knowing he'd probably made the biggest mistake in his life.
Sirius' P.O.V
Sirius Black was an ordinary child by most standards, he had sleek black hair, casual eyes and the mischievous attitude of a six year old.
But he happened to be a Black.
And a six year old child that had seen Dark Magic which people five times his senior hadn't. He also knew that the comfort of a parent's arms was make believe.
Apart from that he was an ordinary child.
Mind you, his parent's owned the WPA, they took in vulnerable children when they were bitten by a werewolf and converted them to the Dark Arts as a special favour to Fenrir Greyback.
Sirius knew this was wrong but he realised that the children that turned up thought they had no over choice but to follow these rules that were laid down.
Sirius had his own set of rules, because of course as a most Noble and Pure Black, he was not allowed to mix with the werewolf scum that were always around.
Like most children, he had rebelled against these rules from a very early age. Rules were made to be broken in his opinion, he was claustrophobic too and the rules made him feel trapped.
He despised rules.
He had often tried to talk to the werewolves when they turned up, despite all the warnings that they were dangerous creatures that were not to be trusted at all. To him they just seemed like children who needed a friend.
But whenever one of them saw him, they would squeak and quickly hurry away knowing that if they didn't they would face dire consequences.
And this depressed Sirius.
He had everything he could possibly want. Finest broom, best quality robes, his own wand, the most expensive presents. Yet all he ever truly wanted was a friend.
A friend his own age.
He shut the book that he had been trying to read and crept quietly downstairs, peeking through the banister at the new arrival.
The boy met his gaze and Sirius smiled slightly, although he was positive the boy would just turn away.
The boy, however, did no such thing and smiled back instead. A small, watery smile that clearly showed he was scared.
Sirius felt for the poor boy and smiled again, waving slightly.
The boy waved back shyly and then he was gone, dragged down another dark corridor.
Sirius sighed.
How he wanted a real friend…
I wrote this ages ago and decided the other day that it can be my new story for when I finish Revenge Gone Wrong.
Anyway, do you think I should cut straight to where the slash starts, or just include everything? (Growing up and becoming friends) If I cut straight to slash, then earlier memories, like them becoming frends, will more than likely be included as flashbacks.
Review xD