Prolog

Remus

Remus John Lupin was lying on his little bed in the small dusty attic room, and stared at the ceiling, which was both gray and dirty. It was on March 9, the day before that he would complete 11 years, depressing, according to his own opinion, because his parents told him that it was at this age that the admission letters to the Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Witchcraft used to come, and since that he was a werewolf, so were the chances of admissions decreased significantly, he sighed, as said, it was depressing.

There was a silent knock on the door
"Come in," he called out lazily, and the door slid screeching up, chased together as his mother put her head through the door and coughed
"You have to really clean up here some day, Remus!" she said, regret, and eyed him from head to toe. Remus mumbled something about buffalos, and pressed his face into the pillows.
He heard his mother carefully walked across the creaking floor, and sank down on the worn mattress.
"So, how are you today?" she said teasingly and tutched his bushy golden brown hair. He looked incredulously at her before answering
"okay, to be Monday, that is," he laughed
"it sounds good"
"So what did you want? I know you and know that you would never go up all those stairs, just to say hi"

"well, er…. Nothing!"

"Do not lie, please, Mom!" He lay and pushed her amicable In the side
"Yes, it was really two things, the first one was, ehh ... it is dinner for about ..." She looked furtively at her clock " in, about 30 seconds, and the other was ... nothing special" she smiled apologetically "hurry up! "she left the room and hurried down the stairs, just in time to oven began to howl like a steam locomotive.
He smiled, jumped out of bed and stretched.
He pulled on a worn blue sweater, that has been slung over a chair in the room's far corner.
He looked around the room, and then went slowly down the enormously long stairway that led down to the small, bright, badly battered kitchen

When he came down, so that both his father and mother patient waiting, and smiled when he arrived.
"Are you hungry?"smiled his father.
"Sure," he said and sat down heavily on one of the old, broken , blue painted wooden chairs.
They ate in silence, and when they were finished did he not listen to the conversation that took place between his two parents, which was about His father's work at the ministry, and about a new a Muggle murder. Which was what everyone talked about at the time

He went to bed early that night, to sleep, despite all the outside noise …

Sirius

Sirius Orion Black, sat in a large armchair, dressed in black silk, and gazed emptied on the black painted wall, which was adorned with a minimum of 20 different pictures of His favorite team in Quidditch. It was November 2, the day before that he would actually fill eleven days before that moment when his life would be decided!
The day before his the admission letter to Hogwarts school for witches and wizards would come!
He knew he would get it, that had his parents told both him, and His younger brother Regulus.
His only problem was that he did not want to end up in Slytherin like the rest of his family, he wanted to be in Gryffindor, both for a change , and partly becouse of that he hated to being a black, champions of the noble house black, the pureblood, the authentic heirs, he was tired of the bullshit, he had decided, Gryffindor, or nothing!

He heard that his idiot to mother, Walburga screamed at him from downstairs.
"Siiiriiiuuus !"
"Shut the fuck up, your witch !" he shouted irritably back, but the idiot didn`t fell silent for that and continued to yell at him
"Siiirrius, come on now, you're going to dust all the family portraits in the hallway"
he did not answer
"Come over here your impolited rascal!"
but Sirius had shut his ears and pretended like nothing, and did well, according to his own meaning, until his mother, a skinny, angular black-haired woman, with the same dark eyes as her soul was, as he himself used to express it.
"What do you think you're doing!"
"Studying the state's debts!" He said ironically, with his eyes still fixed on the room's wall.
"Down there," she pointed at the floor, "NOW"
"Sure," he said tired, and dragged down the stairs in his mother's eyes flashing.
And was not in a better mood when he unfortunately ran into their angry houseelf Kreacher was coming up to Regulus' room. He ignored the Elf, and went on to the black painted kitchen, and took a duster in one of the shabby kitchen cabinets that were overflowing with His father's sorcery stuff. And then went by in slow motion into the hall, where all overtaken ancestral portraits hanging. Most of the frames were empty because their inhabitants were in place in any of their other portraits.
And those who actually were at home were busy with other things, all but Phineas Niggellus,
Typically, this really was overtaken lucky day, you could kindly describe Phineas as a lemon, which moldy ... .had been mashed, and then moldy a bit more ... He dusted excessively firmly of the other frames, and when he commented up to Phineas did he ignore his irritated comments about his unkempt hair and untied shoes, said hi and just went on. And once he was finished with the corridor so did he went up on the room, and went to bed with the clothes on.

James

James Potter, Entered the kitchen, took the Daily Prophet on the table and sat down.
"Muggle family dead in Bristol" was the top title
"What surprising," he said ironically to himself, and looked down at the next page
"What are you sitting and mumbling about?" Fleamont, his father, had peeked into the kitchen, and stood leaning against the doorpost.
"I`m reading," he said arrogantly "magazine"
"Aloud to yourself?" He said questioningly, with a tone that allowed James to say against.
"Yes, the problem with that?"
"Not at all!" Said His father apologetic, but James saw that he deeply inside himself laughed
"Idiot!"
"What did you say?" Said his father, and James heard he began to get angry, great!
"nothing, dear father!"
"I hope so for your own good, otherwise the letter will not come tomorrow!"
letter, yes! That's right, that he kept forgetting.
"And you know it to be?" He knew that he was impertinent, but he could not stop.

His father left the kitchen, annoyed, and James smiled bright.
When he finished reading the paper, he folded neatly it, and put it in a box under the table, for fun, of course! He donned the worn sneakers and a sweater over the late worn yellow t-shirt with the press of a known Muggle band that he had bought when he was on a visit to London last summer.
He went out in the spring sunshine, and went and fetched his old come broom which he called Elizabeth, and sat up on it, he flew a fast lap around the house, to check the lap time, but set off immediately, it was not much fun to fly alone.
So he put it into the battered shed again and sat down on the paved garden path, and looked bored at the sky where the sun was going down over spruce tops.
"What time is it?" He shouted to his father stood and dug a deep hole in the garden the other end of the hand, like a muggle, what a waste of time!
"It's seven o`clock, I would go in, if I was you, it starts to get dark, and there is a full moon tonight 'His dad grinned when he saw James terrified face.
His dad always told him those horror stories about werewolves to get James to do what he wanted, he knew it was a lie, but just in case …

Peter

Peter Pettigrew awoke with a start at 5 o'clock in the evening, but did not bother to go up
"It's still soon time to sleep again," he yawned quietly and sank against the big pillows again, he liked to sleep a lot, and it was important to sleep for the next day, when he knew that his letter from Hogwarts would come, or rather hoped it would come because it was his 11 birthday,but his father had told him that he was a rat, and that a rat would never be accepted to a school, and least of all Hogwarts!
Who is it that is going to laugh, when I am sitting on the train! Thought Peter, before he tired sank back, and quickly fell asleep, and began almost immediately to dream about cheese …

Chapter 1

Remus

Remus woke up early when it timidly knocked on the door
"Come in!" He shouted, tired and rubbed his eyes with his hands
"Happy Birthday !" cried his parents in unison.
"Thank" he said cheerfully and sat up, birthdays, that he liked!
"Eleven years!" Said His father proud!
"Yes, and I look as good as before!" He grinned
"Do not you open your present?" Asked overtaken mom cheerfully, and handed him a flat rectangular package.
"I wonder what it could be ..." he said and pretended to ponder
"A book perhaps?"
"But how did you guess?" Asked overtaken mother him, and patted him on the cheek
"It was hard, but I figured it out, I'm smart, you understand!"
He poked up the paper, and smiled contentedly when he found a thick leather bound book inside the papers, he was about to thank his parents when the doorbell rang.
"But who could it be this early hour?" Said his mother, surprised.
Remus made an attempt to go down, but his mother stopped him the door
"I do it! It could be to daddy! "She said, there was always the excuse overtaken parents communion with, but he knew better! They were ashamed of him, and he knew that they not wanted the people in the village to know what kind of a child he was.

He sat small smiling on the bed with legs crossed and began to read what the book was about, when he heard his mother nervously shouting at him from downstairs, he looked questioningly at his father, but he just shrugged blankly at the wide axles,.
"I will," he said, and stumbled down the steps.
"I ..." he began, but then he saw who it was who was sitting in the kitchen.
"We have guests, Remus, this is Mr. Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts School ..." she looked at the man, who nodded affirmatively.
"and you are Remus, aren`t you?"
"ehh ... well, Mr. Dumbledore, it's me
"Come sit down, we have a few things to discuss!"
Remus looked questioningly at his mother, who looked as surprised as he felt, he pulled out a chair, and tried to discreetly pull it as far away from the stranger, before he sat down at the tip of the chair.

"so, where should we start? I can call you Remus right? " the man said happily,and smiled the entire wrinkled face.

"yes, ofcourse, and I do not really know what you`re talking about"

"so, you haven`t told him anything?"the man said and lookedencountered at his mother.

"about wath?" his mother asked the man surprised.

"what we now are going to talk about"

But, his mother still looked like a living question mark, so the man qontinued as nothing ever had happened.

"I`m sorry, so where were I?"

"You asked me what I wanted to start with..." Remus said silent.

"Yeah, that`s right, I myself, will have the honour to chose, so I think we should start with your schooling,and the precautions that we will have to undertake both for yours, and the other students safety"

"so, I am going to go to hogwarts!" Remus yelled.

"yes, ofcourse, why shouldn`t you?" The old proffessor said smoth." but, you have this, er, what should we call it, er, this, problem, so must obviosly some action, be taken"

"ofcourse!" exclaimed his mother who couldn`t hide herrelief.

"We have planted a three, a woumping willow to hide, the, we can call, it athe small house" he smiled" where you can go through your, transformation alone!"

Remus was speechless, and couldn`t even answer. The professor twinkled against him, at the same time that he putted the chair back against the table, and laid a brownenvelope on it, bowedand dissapeared in a smal green vortex.

His mother made an effort over the table, to take the letter, but he threw himself over the table, and gotted it firs, opened it, and found a list inside, that told wath he was going to take to school

"uniform" He started to read out loud

" three sets of plain work robes(black)

one plain pointed hat (black) for daily wear

one pair of protective gloves(dragon hide or similar)

One winter cloak (Black, silver fastenings)

"Please note that all student's clothes should carry name-tags at all times. "

Books

The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 1 by Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic by Batilda Bagshot

Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling

A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emerik Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Schamander

other Equipment

1 wand

1 set of glass or crystal phials

1 telescope

1 set of brass scales

students may also bring an owl, a cat or a toad" at this moment he looked at his mother, and tried to beg to his mom about an owl with the golden eyes… , but, it didn`t help, so he countinued to read, a bit slower"PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS"

det struntade han blankt I, han hadde ändå höjdskräck. But about that he didn`t care,becouse he had a fear of high heights, so that was just good.

He looked at his mother, who looked so happy that you can only be, she leaned over the table, and hugged awkwardly him, he had stiffened, this was reality or just a dream ... he cheats himself hard in the cheek and beeped, it hurt! This was deffenitive reality, amazing, becouse it was like in a fairy tale
"We have to get all your stuff, we can take a turn within Diagon Alley tomorrow! But how can we afford to everything!" She wailed as she took a separate look at the long list "all this is very expensive!and then I mean, REALY expensive!"

"It's okay Mom! We can certainly find most of the books and clothes cheap used anywhere", he said and smiled.
His mother smiled back.
"sure!" She stood up and walked to the dirty kitchen window.
"I`m going to Seap, Mom," he said as she looked at him again,
"Oh, uh, me and your dad have planned a lot of fun today so you can not", she went downhill to the door, took his place in front of it, and pretended to look through the three pairs of shoes that were standing there.
"safely" he muttered, and took the few steps required to get to the refrigerator, opened it, and sighed loudly when he saw that it was empty at almost managed a half-eaten sandwich.
he turned on his heel and went back up to his room, where he began the new book, and did not go away from it, before the book was finished, it was good.
but when the book was finished, did he decide that he was extremely hungry, so he crept down the stairs, looked around, laced up wearing a worn pair of shoes, and slipped quietly out the door, wich on comand not creaked alarmingly as it usually was used to do about every time you opened it.

well there so it was dark, extremely dark, and extremely empty, and the only living in sight was a cat with very strange markings around the yellow eyes.
he felt uneasy as he passed it, it felt like it looked at him, and he just felt calm when he was of the spots light, and turned into the woods, and breathed in the fresh air. He snatched even when a huge white owl swept past above his head, and plunged against something small on the ground, he looked pleased about, and began to walk, he did not know exactly where the deal was, but he took a chans on and went straight into the Nowhere in front of himself, he went around in the dark for at least ten minutes when he saw the light from the large signs with neon text "Frey life" it said.
despite the late hour, it was people in movement, both outside and behind the small building. he put one foot in front of the other, and walked slowly toward the two large glass doors, he had never been outside the house in over three years, and was ashamed of his worn and patched clothes, luckily had he At least Muggle money instead the Knuts, Galleons, and the sickles, as the wizarding world had as currency. He tried to ignore all eyes as the muggles sent after him, and went in.
once he got inside the doors so beat the heat received him, and he slipped on the slippery, cleaned floor.
a man 40 years old came up to him, reached out a hand and pulled him on feet
"Thank you Mr ..." but the man had walked past. Remus went ahead and looked curiously at the long shelves, and stopped when he found a shelf dedicated entirely to chocolate, he inhaled the aroma and just stood there, fantastic!
he put his hand into his pocket, and pulled up the money lying there, and counted them quickly, two pounds, it would At least enough for a cake, he took the one closest to hand, and went and paid it in the pink painted disk.
He opened the package right away when he came in and took a big bite, chased together as he walked toward the woods.
it looked sly in the moonlight and he rose, he looked at the moon, each exceptionally large, it would be completed in a few days ...
he stepped into the woods, among the tall trees, and on the dry rustling leaves.
after a while in the same direction as he began to feel extremely tired, it was probably on the moon ... he sat habits, lay down and fell asleep quickly and easily on the leaves ...