~Chapter 1~
Remus sighed. He lacked the motivation to do anything anymore. It wasn't like he could do anything anyways. Being a werewolf made it much harder to get a job to support himself. He made good grades at Hogwarts but was it really worth it? He didn't have a single friend all throughout his seven years there. Nobody wants a werewolf for a friend, especially a werewolf that even Snape, the biggest loser at school, made fun of. Even so, Remus felt like he should be grateful to Dumbledore for giving him the opportunity to be at Hogwarts. He learned important things about magic, and even more importantly how life works. Remus will always be rejected by everyone, always alone. At Hogwarts and even now, three years after graduation, people will look down on him for things he couldn't control. It was the cold hard facts of his horrible life and it would never get better.
Remus stomped on the leaves on the ground beneath him. The crunch of the brown leaf and stick mixture was miniscule to the crunch he felt in his heart. It really wasn't fair! Remus thought, angrily jumping on the dirt path back to his crappy apartment in the ghetto outside of London, all he could afford with his meager pay doing odd jobs for Muggles like mowing lawns (with a real nonwizard lawnmower, of course) and shoveling snow.
Walking up to the entrance of to the shabby apartment complex, Remus sighed. The dingy gray walls and yellowing balconies where residents sat outside smoking weed and stalked their neighbors made Remus feel like he was just as ugly as the habitat he lived in. He began to head up the stairs to his apartment on the sixth floor, as the elevator had been broken for a year now. The werewolf kept his head down low, watching his feet take steps over broken stairs and rarely looking up to see where he was headed. That was probably why he didn't notice the drunk tumbling down the stairs, taking Remus down with him.
At the bottom of the staircase once again, Remus stood up, just as flustered as the drunken fool who shoved him.
"U-uh, s-sorry" the black haired boy slurred, helping Remus up but falling down again the process. Remus returned the favor and helped him up as well, getting a look at him for the first time.
He looked about the same age as Remus did, but much more filled out (not in a fat way, but a muscular way) and had messy, black hair reaching to about shoulder length. He had a couple bruises from banging down the stairs, but otherwise he seemed okay for the most part. He smiled at Remus, but the werewolf couldn't tell if it was a genuine smile or he was just that fucking drunk. Remus pitied him, and despite having his own problems, he felt compelled to help.
"Do you want me to take you home or let you crash at my place?" he offered.
The drunk nodded. "Your pl-pluh-place, if th-that's okay."
Remus put the black haired boy's arm around his shoulder and half-walked/half-carried him up the six flights of stairs to his small four room apartment.
He took his key out of his pocket and unlocked the door.
"Sorry for the mess." Remus apologized opening the door and ushering his intoxicated guest into the living room, a simple blue room with a cheap TV and a mix-matched couch and lazy chair set. A wooden coffee table that wiggled a bit sat in the middle of the room on a stained fuzzy green carpet. The one nice thing in the room was the bookshelf. It took up the entire back wall and was neatly organized by information types, with everything from potions, to spells, to goblin history. Remus loved reading and he took the time to read every day.
"Erm, there's some food in the kitchen and you can rest on the couch," he motioned to the kitchen and couch with his hand, "I will go get you clothes."
The boy nodded and Remus looked at him further. He was actually kind of attractive and looked oddly familar.
"What's your name, by the way?" Remus asked.
"Sirius," he smiled, "S-sirius Black."
"Well, welcome to my humble home, Sirius. Enjoy your stay," Remus glowed warmly, "I will go fetch you some fresh clothes."
Remus headed out of the living room to his bedroom. He ruffled thtough his drawers to find clothes that would fit Sirius. He was a bit bigger than Remus but he managed to find a black t-shirt and some sweatpants that would fit him. The werewolf brought the clothes out to his drunken guest, only to find him sleeping soundly on the couch. Remus put the clothes down on the table and sat down on the other couch. He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. As he was mindlessly flipping through channels, Remus listened to Sirius's snores. Sirius looked a lot less rough around the edges when he was asleep. His body was curled into a ball with his arms cuddling a pillow as if it were a child. It was getting hard to focus on the TV program, Remus was so fascinated by the other human being in his house. That's when it hit him, who Sirius was. He was in Gryffindor with him at Hogwarts. He was very good friends with James Potter, and they were the coolest students at the school. Remus never paid attention to those types of people, or any people at that, because he tended to keep to himself and read books. But now he wished he had tried to talk to Sirius. He always seemed to know how to have fun. But who was he kidding? Sirius wouldn't want to spend time with someone like Remus. After today, Sirius would probably never come into his apartment again. Remus sighed. The TV program was over. Remus turned the TV off with the remote and watched Sirius for a few more minutes before going off to bed, shaking his head at the idea of having a friend.
Remus changed into his PJs, still arguing with himself over befriending Black. Maybe he could talk to Sirius in the morning when he was less drunk, and have a chance to get to know him. But Remus didn't want to get his hopes up. Sirius probably wouldn't want to talk to him once he was sober and realized how uncool Remus really was. In the end, Remus decided that he would get up in the morning to make breakfast for them both and see where it goes from there. Sirius must at least stay that long. That's good, Remus thought and he drifted off to sleep planning his breakfast for two.
