A/N: Well hello there. This is a re-post of an old story. Hopefully it'll give me the kick up the ass I need to get it finished
Pairing(s): Remus/ OC, Remus/Sirius
Rating: M
Warning: Contains slash.
Disclaimer: Remus, Sirius and any other recognizable characters are not mine. Casper, Thorn and anything you don't recognise is mine (:
Other Info: Urm. Casper is sexy? ;D
Happy Reading
The night hadn't been a good one, far from the celebrations of the last Quidditch match, Remus Lupin was tired.
The moon hung nearly full in the air as he got undressed ready for bed.
Not long now, he thought tucking himself into the covers.
Remus Lupin had grown. He wasn't the short, shy, quiet boy he was when he first arrived at the castle. No, Remus Lupin was a young man. Remus hated everything about the way he looked. He had bright amber eyes, too bright, and dusty brown hair, too dusty, a thin body, too thin,and long lanky legs, ridiculous! His tiny frame was covered in scars, from tiny little ones to big ones, too big. Lupin had admitted to his friends about his form over a year ago and they had accepted him, even made it easier for him. But it still hurt. The transformations, the morning after…Remus sighed, it was like a constant hangover, but worse. But there was an upside; all of his best friends had been fully supportive. They had even managed to become animagi. Just for him. James Potter, a black haired boy, had transformed himself into a noble and proud stag. Peter Pettigrew, a short, chubby little thing had become a rat, very cunning and lastly Sirius Black. The tall dark haired grey-eyed teenager had fallen into the form of a big bear-like dog. The sharp teeth, long antlers and quick speed from the three had kept the wolf in check.
Lupin looked at his clock, it was almost midnight, surly the celebrations would be finishing soon…
"…AND IF YOU DON'T GET TO BED THIS INSTANT I WILL ESCORT YOU TO THE HEADMASTERS OFFICE IMMEDIATELY!"
The wolf smiled to himself, as his four roommates stumbled through the door gasping from running and laughing at the same time.
"Did you see her face?" squealed Peter as the others continued to gasp for breath.
"I swear she was turning purple" gasped Sirius as he stood up.
"She shouldn't bottle up her anger so much, it's not healthy." Smiled a light brown haired boy from the floor. Casper hadn't been at Hogwarts for very long. He'd recently been transferred from Durmstrang after moving back to England. He smiled at Remus who smiled back slightly blushing. Casper was gay. Everyone knew from the moment he arrived. No, it wasn't the camp acting or the subtle flirting it was the…"Right I'm gay, and if you have a problem you can fuck off."
Remus liked it.
As the other boys got ready for bed, Casper slid over to see Remus.
"How come you didn't stay?" He asked pushing some loose hair out of his eyes. Remus shrugged,
"Homework," he simply stated indicating a large pile of books at the end of his bed.
"Damn!" came a voice from the other side of the room.
"What's up Sirius?" asked James climbing into bed.
"I've just spilt ink all over my trunk!" He exclaimed tipping the contents of his bag onto the floor.
"You're serious?" Remus asked peering over the edge of his bed
Sirius just looked at him.
"You know what I mean," said Remus rolling his eyes.
Casper smiled and got up off Remus' bed to get ready. As he began to gather his night stuff Peter came out of the bathroom with his toothbrush in his mouth.
"Why do yer nevr get dwessed in fer bedwoom" he said, spitting toothpaste everywhere.
"Excuse me?" Casper asked giving the chubby teenager a confused look.
"He asked why you never get changed in here," James said, pulling the sheets up to his neck.
"Oh, just…you know…privacy and stuff." Casper stated stepping into the bathroom.
The Marauders exchanged glances; Casper was clearly hiding something.
Remus was the first to wake the next morning, at least, he thought he was.
"Oh, morning Remus, I didn't think anyone would be up this early." Smiled Casper coming fully dressed out of the bathroom.
"Uh, m-morning" the werewolf grunted sliding out of bed.
"I'm just going for a walk, see you in a bit okay?" Casper said making his way to the door.
"Wait a minute, I'll only be a tick," said Remus rushing to get dressed. He had wanted to go on one of these morning walks with Casper for a while. They always intrigued him. The boy disappeared every morning, only to come back cold and shivering but with a very large grin on his face. Casper waited for him to get ready and held the door open for him as they walked out together. The sun had just begun to rise and shafts of light hit the ground in so many colours.
"It's beautiful," Remus gaped at the sky. Casper shrugged, "I suppose,"
Remus turned and stared at him.
"How can you say that? It's the second most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
"It brings another day of pain." Casper simply said.
They sat down amongst the grass and just watched. The sunbeams grew brighter as the rest of the school began to wake. Remus fell gently onto his back and looked up at the clear sky. Casper had his legs crossed and was staring intently at the ground.
"Why don't you look?" Remus asked when he noticed Casper couldn't see what he saw.
"It doesn't interest me," Casper whispered.
Remus sat up, he noticed the whomping willow and felt a small twinge in his chest.
"Then why do you come out?" He asked sitting closer to his companion.
Casper noticed Remus' movement and turned to face him. He noticed Remus' hair shining in the sun and his eyes glinting from the reflections of the lake nearby. He noticed how small and innocent the boy looked and thought about his 'furry problem'. How could someone so pure turn into something so monstrous?
"To escape." he answered. Remus looked confused, but Casper didn't reveal anymore.
"There you are!" Shouted a boy from the door to the castle.
Sirius picked up his robed and ran across the dewy grass to the other boys.
He soon reached them and, panting slightly, sat down between them.
"We've been watching the sunrise," smiled Remus as Sirius began picking at the grass.
"Wonderful," replied Black, with a slight hint of sarcasm. Luckily Remus didn't catch it. But Casper, however, did. He shifted slightly from his cross-legged position and pulled his knees up to his chest.
"Breakfast," Sirius suddenly shouted, making the two other boys jump.
Sirius Black quickly scrambled to his feet and pulled the other two along into the great hall.
The morning shone past in a hurry. Remus had survived AnThornt Runes and Arithmancy and was longing for a bit of his defence class. Although the most recent classes had all been pretty dull due to the fact they had to catch up on some previous spells about the Djinn, Asif, a one thousand eyes spider who lived in a car wreck in Egypt. Not very exciting. But today was to be different. As Remus placed himself between Sirius and Peter their book flew open to page one hundred and sixty.
"Today, class, we learn about…vampires. Now, what do you know about vampires?"
Remus immediately stuck up his hand.
"Yes Mr Lupin?"
"Vampires, originally from a small part of Romania called Transylvania the vampire population has grown to cover the entire world. Vampires are usually found in dark spaces, as they are allergic to the sun…"
The professor cut across him with a small smile,
"I'm sorry Mr Lupin but I'm afraid you've been reading too many muggle stories. This is a myth, as is a lot of what the non-magic populations has to say in this matter."
Remus glowed red. It was the first time in a while he'd been wrong. He didn't like it. It was embarrassing, especially as Sirius leaned over and patted him on the back patronisingly.
"I would like you all to turn and read the page in front of you." Stated the professor from the front of the class.
'Vampires…' Remus began to read '…unfortunately due to the constant release of false fixated books of the muggle genre, have been widely known as the shadow hunters. This also explains the paleness of their skin, and their light colourings. They are, nevertheless, only allergic to silver. Just like werewolves. Many vampires are commonly mistaken for wizards although only a minority is able to perform spells. Due to said books, vampires are said to be able to transform any being with a bite on the neck. This is untrue.
The only way vampires can transform another being is by turning the blood. This involves slicing their 'victims' wrist and their own and placing them in line. Only then can they create more vampires. Female vampires become infertile as soon as they are transformed therefore there are hardly any young vampires....' Remus stopped reading. How could anyone go through that? To end up being so alone, with no one really understanding what you were. But then he thought of himself. Many people believed werewolves mated for life. Just because normal wolves do, doesn't mean he does...he was just waiting for the right person. It was then he noticed, over the other side of the room, Casper wasn't reading. He'd opened up his notebook and was doodling in the margins. Remus looked at Casper. He'd never looked at him properly. The boy was tall and extremely skinny, he had short spiked hair with a long fringe. He was pale. Paler then even Remus saw himself.
It was like a light bulb went off in his brain.
He wasn't.
He couldn't be.
The moon hung loosely behind a dark cloud. It was as if a single piece of cotton stopped Remus for being just like them. Normal. He sat shivering in the shrieking shack and waited. He'd been turning over his new found information. When was Casper going to tell them? Given, Casper himself didn't know about Remus' condition. But still, they were roommates. Maybe, Remus told himself, maybe if I told him about me, he'd tell me about him. And there, for a while, that was settled. Until
"Oh, What are you doing here?" Came a voice from behind the wall.
"I…I'm…well, you know…" Remus stuttered, but then he realised, "Casper you have to get out of here."
Casper looked slightly startled, "why?"
"You just do, please go. Now!" Remus shouted as the moon began to appear from the cloud.
Casper just looked up at the moon and down at Lupin and nodded.
He left quickly and Remus knew from that moment Casper knew all about him.
Although he couldn't help wandering if Casper had already known.
But it was too late to worry, he spine became rigid and his nose began to re-form.
Moony was alive again. The wolf sniffed around; there was a new smell he didn't recognise. His back began to tingle; another fantastical creature was near.
This was how they communicated. Each magical creature is drawn to the other by having a tingly feeling, it was like a radar of a few meters radius. It happened with all creatures, although they wouldn't know what it was until they could see it. But it was still close.
Moony lifted his head, someone, or something, was coming.
The three animagi had reached the edge of the shack with no problems. Wormtail scurried forward and pressed the knot in the trunk. The willow immediately ground to a halt and allowed the others to pass through unscathed. Prongs lead the pack closer to the wolf.
Moony could smell them, all of them, but he knew who it was. For many nights they had come. He didn't know who exactly they were. But they were friends. This other creature however, was not.
It was well known that although they had teamed together during the war of 1284, Vampires and Werewolves did not associate with one another.
Moony could smell him; he could smell them. What if they were together?
He lifted his head a howled; the sound shook the small shack.
The other marauders came closer; the howl had sent them in a state of panic. What if something's happened to Remus?
They rushed forward only to see the wolf was alone.
Moony looked up at the animagi. Padfoot stepped forward
What is it, Moony?
Moony stepped forward so the two canines were inches apart,
We are not alone
Padfoot rolled over and barked, the wolf retreated a little,
Of course not silly, Wormtail and Prongs are here
The wolf bared his teeth and growled, the scent was still strong. The dog leapt up, slightly scared of Moony. But the other two stepped into the light and they all stood silently.
Can't you feel it?
The wolf moved closer to the passage out, but the stag stood in his path. Moony bared his teeth. The stag stood his ground.
There is no one else. It stated and Moony returned to Padfoot.
The night was a long one. The wolf tried many times to get to the source of his troubles but didn't succeed.