Werewolf
A/N:Yes, I've already done one of these. But this one is different. And they're very fun to write. :D
Remus' P.O.V
Second Year
After I got bitten, Mum told me not to trust anyone. Everyone, including my little brother, is my enemy.
So, obviously, going to a school as big as Hogwarts was absolutely terrifying.
I share a dorm with three other boys. Peter, James and Sirius. My first friends since I was six. But, when someone disappears once a month, you start to get suspicious. I wrote to Mum, asking her what I should do. She wrote back the next day.
Dear Remus,
It's all up to you, darling. Remember, if you want to leave, you're always welcome back home. Or you could tell them. If you tell them, though, they will probably tell everyone. If you choose the second option, your secret will no longer be a secret. Everyone will know, and you will most likely be teased. Beaten up. It's a cruel, cruel, world, Rem.
How are you? Are you enjoying the term?
Love Mum.
I read and re-read the letter a hundred times. But there was clearly only one option.
On Friday, I was going to tell them.
"No way." Sirius was the first to speak, mouth wide open.
I rub my hands together, something I always do when I'm nervous. "I'm sorry."
"Is it your fault?" James sounds genuinely curious.
I shake my head, tears starting to roll down my cheeks. Those stupid tears I'd done so well keeping him. "I was b-bitten."
"Then we don't care," Sirius declares loudly, throwing an arm over my shoulders.
"Are you sure?" I ask, staring up at him in awe.
"Course," Wormtail agrees, wiggling closer to me. "We're Marauders."
James hugs me from behind. "Exactly. Marauders. And we don't care if you don't want to be."
I almost laugh at that. Don't want to be? There's nothing I want more then to have friends like the Marauders.
And now, for the first time ever, I do.