A large groan could be heard from underneath the soft crimson sheets in the room with four identical four poster beds. Suddenly, the sheets were thrown to the ground, and a dirty blonde haired boy was sitting upright, his chest heaving up and down quickly. He slowly looked around the room, and when he didn't see what he was looking for, a long sigh of relief escaped from his lips.
Remus Lupin stood up and walked to the window and looked at the beautiful sunrise. He was very relieved that it was nice out. Maybe it would help him recover from that nightmare. It had been a late night last night. Sirius and Remus had decided to borrow James' cloak to get a "late night snack." Anyway, that is what they had told James that they were doing. They did get a little snack. Just probably not the type that James or Peter would like to get. Another sigh escaped from his mouth, and then he shook himself back to reality.
The sounds of birds could be heard from the window. "Why are you so restless?" Remus muttered towards the window. It seemed as if those birds thought that something was going to happen. He shook his head, and turned around to face the others in bed.
It was just then that he noticed another boy sitting in another bed awake. This boy was none other than Peter Pettigrew, and at the moment he was sitting whipping the sleep from his eyes, "Who are you talking to Moo-" he said, failing to suppress his yawn, "-ny?"
Remus shrugged, "Just some of those birds out there. They seem like they are twittering more than normal." He ran his hand through his hair and sighed. "I'm going down to breakfast, tell those lazy guys that is where I am." He took one last glance at the sleeping boys, and let his eyes linger on Sirius for just a split second more. He turned around, and moved down the staircase quickly. He knew that Sirius wouldn't want the others to know. It would ruin his reputation. Remus scowled at the thought, and quickly moved through the common room, ignoring the first years sitting around the fireplace. He pushed the portrait door open, and one of those first years piped up and said "G'Mornin' Rem--" but the rest of that sentence was cut off by the slamming of the door.
Remus continued to wander the corridors. His feet were moving quickly beneath him and his long hair flowing behind him. It was obvious that he was in a bad mood. There was a scowl on his face, and he was stepping much harder than he normally would. As he rounded yet another corner, he stopped dead in his tracks. Remus was nose to nose with Severus Snape.
"Well, well," said Severus taking a few steps backwards. "Someone is in a hurry aren't they?"
Remus glared, and nodded. This was not the person he needed to see at the moment. Anyone but Severus would be okay. But of course, fate had to bring these two together. "Not even a good morning?" he said in a quiet voice.
"Now, why would I dream of saying good morning to someone like you?" Severus replied in a snide tone. Remus' warm eyes met Severus' cold eyes, but only for a second, because Remus turned on his heals and walked away quickly, leaving Severus standing alone in the hall with his mouth wide open.
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Remus sat at the end of the Gryffindor table, avoiding making small talk with anyone. With his luck, he would end up by snapping at whoever chose to talk to him, so he knew that it would be better to remain quiet at the moment. He was alternating between taking bites of a piece of buttered toast, and taking a sip of his pumpkin juice. He was so far emerged in his own thoughts that he almost didn't notice the soft hand of Sirius Black on his shoulder. Remus looked up at him, with a weak smile. "Good morning," he managed to struggle out.
Sirius quickly retracted his hand, and took a seat beside Remus, but instead of facing the table he leaned against it. "G'morning!" he said in his usual loud voice, but quickly added in an undertone "Is something wrong?"
Remus shook his head, and bit his bottom lip lightly. "Did you sleep well last night?" he said, attempting to sound as if he was making casual conversation.
"Yeah. Last night was great," he said with an almost dazed look on his face, and quickly added, "I mean, I was hungry after all."
"Well, I'm glad I can help you satisfy your hunger," Remus chuckled at his own joke. "So where are the others. I know Peter was awake, but as for—" A shadow had appeared on his plate. Remus looked up to see who it was coming from, and fought to keep a look of fear from his eyes. But, he couldn't keep his eyes off of the person who was standing right in front of them. Severus Snape.
Soon after, Sirius followed Remus' eyes, and saw what exactly they were looking at. "Snivley, what makes you think that you can come over here? Your table is that way!" Sirius spoke slowly, as if Severus had a mental disability, and then pointed at the Slytherin table.
"Oh bloody hell Sirius, it isn't like I shouldn't be allowed to walk where I would like. Now, as for you are another story." he gave him a light smirk, and without waiting another second he added "Remus, as for that potions assignment, do you still want to compare notes?"
Remus bit his bottom lip in thought, and after a few moments of not figuring out when he asked to compare notes, he looked back up at Snape. Remus tilted his head to the side, as if asking "What are you talking about?"
Snape quickly took the cue and added, "Remember, the professor called us up to his office earlier this morning. He wanted us to do an extra project? Seriously, Lupin, you are beginning to slack off a bit now aren't you? So much for being the smart one in your group. How about if we meet in the Potions room around after breakfast?" And without waiting for an answer, he turned and walked away, this time leaving Remus to be the one sitting there with his mouth wide open.
But Remus had no choice but to quickly shut his mouth and give Sirius a small nod. "I completely forgot about that. As I was on my way down here, I was basically pulled into the Professor's office. Supposedly we're both doing well in the class, he wanted to challenge us." Remus shook his head, and took another sip of his pumpkin juice. His eyes stared forward, not making any contact with Sirius who was still sitting beside him, looking somewhat confused. Oh how Remus hated to lie to that boy.
