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Partially Yours - Prologue

"Come now, Remus, dear. You cannot be late for your first day at a new school." A plump and fairly old woman pushed a young, sandy-haired boy into the train station and started straightening out the frightened boy's slightly ragged clothing before moving onto smooth down his hair, which was sticking up a bit in the back. After finding nothing else to distract herself with, the woman pulled the young boy close to her, and Remus Lupin found himself suffocating on his mother's purple velvet suit jacket. Despite his lack of breathable air, Remus hugged her back tightly in a feeble attempt to assure his mother—and himself—that he would be perfectly fine and was sure he wanted to go.

"Mother…" Remus started, but couldn't quite find it in himself to finish the sentence. There had been much discussion about Remus' rare opportunity, but it always came back to one thing.

His family was ecstatic, of course, not to mention curious. None of Remus' older siblings had gotten an acceptance letter quite like Remus', which made him feel extremely special and lucky, but at first he wasn't at all sure he would get to go. It was, after all, a very dangerous risk, letting him into this school. It's not everyday that a werewolf gets accepted into the finest school of wizardry in all of Europe. Albus Dumbledore had contacted them over the summer, and had been quick to welcome Remus to Hogwarts.

After a long discussion with the headmaster, Remus' mother had been quick to say yes to Dumbledore's proposition. Now here he was, less than a month later, about to go on Platform 9 ¾ and board the Hogwarts Express. Speaking of which…

"Mother, the train leaves in ten minutes." Remus pulled out of the bone-crushing hug reluctantly and breathed in the sweetest gulp of air he'd ever breathed.

"Owl me if you need anything," Mrs. Lupin said before pulling a handkerchief out of her overly large purple purse and blowing her nose quite loudly. "And I mean anything." She gave Remus one last hug and kissed him on the forehead, then took a step back. "Go on, then."

"I love you, Mum." Remus awkwardly guided his trolley toward the platform and ran straight at the barrier between Platforms nine and ten.

"Hogwarts, here I come."


"Hi, I'm Remus Lupin. Er, all of the other compartments are full…" he uncomfortably pointed to his trunk.

"Come on in and make yourself comfortable, Remus Lupin! You may call me James." Remus found himself looking at a very tall first year, by the looks of it. James ran a hand through his messy raven black hair and gestured toward the empty seat across from him. "So Remus, have any idea which house you'll be in?" James asked as Remus put away his trunk and sat down. After he settled down, Remus gave the boy in front of him a long look.

"Probably Hufflepuff. My entire family had been in Ravenclaw, but I don't believe I'm smart enough. Do you?"

"Well, I don't know you well enough, yet, to determine your brain capacity." James giggled.

"I meant, 'do you know what house you'll be in?'"

"I know what you meant." James laughed again. "I hope I'll be in Gryffindor."

Remus nodded at James statement and turned toward the window to watch the scenery glide past.

A short time later—Remus couldn't tell how long exactly, as he hadn't his watch with him—James woke with a start when an elderly witch came by with the sweets trolley. Remus shook his head at her question, but James stood up to take a look at the selection.

"I'll take… two chocolate frogs, a pumpkin pasty, and, er… and a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans."

Remus heard the clanking of exchanged coins and a moment later he felt a small box being placed into his hand. James met his questioning gaze with a small smile.

"For my first Hogwarts friend."


Within the first few weeks of their first year at Hogwarts, James and Remus had become very well-known and liked amongst the Gryffindors. James because he found the Slytherin dorms and filled them with dungbombs; and Remus simply because he was brilliant and very nice to everyone. Remus' kindness and James' popularity were exactly the reasons the two boys found themselves friends with a certain Peter Pettigrew.

Remus held a very heavy book in his hands as he walked toward a tree near the lake. James was at his side explaining every detail of his next prank to his frail friend.

"James, I really don't think that is such a good idea. I mean, it would be funny, but it would also be breaking about ten school rules." Remus sat down against the tree trunk and opened his book to begin a Potions essay that Slughorn had assigned.

"Remmie… it's a brilliant idea. Don't worry so much." James flashed a light-hearted smile and Remus decided not to argue.

The two boys had been sitting in a comfortable silence for fifteen minutes before they heard someone yelling from close to the castle. Remus glanced behind him and his Potions book fell from his lap. What he noticed was a pale black-haired boy picking on a chubby blonde one. Remus cast a look toward James and noticed that he was watching, also.

"We have to do something." With that, Remus took off towards the site of the exchange with James following not far behind. They came to a stop a few feet away from the victim to find out exactly what the problem was.

"That's Peter P—"

"PETTIGREW! Too bad mummy isn't here now. You look a bit frightened. Is ickle Petey Petty-grew scared?" The raven-haired boy was very tall and had a snarl pasted to his lips.

"Stop!" Remus stepped forward and put his arm around the blonde boy.

"What do you think you are doing?" James asked the bully threateningly.

"What does it look like I am doing? I'm putting little Petey here in his place."

"And who are you to be telling Peter where he belongs?" James took a step toward the taller boy and pulled out his wand, and Remus asked the lad in his arms if he was okay.

"I'm f-f-fine" was his answer.

"Well, I'm Sirius Black, of course."

James clenched his fists and glared at Sirius Black. "You're in our house… You're a first year… You stay away from Peter Pettigrew, Black!" James shoved Sirius Black to the ground and led Remus and Peter back to the Gryffindor dormitories.


A few days later, Peter and James were in the common room playing Exploding Snap when Remus walked in and slammed a giant library book down on the table.

"I hate History of Magic," Remus groaned, then walked up to the dormitory.

When he opened the door, Remus saw that one side of the room seemed to have been attacked by a raging hippogriff. There were clothes everywhere, the mirror was cracked, and three ties somehow ended up stuck to the ceiling. The bed curtains were closed, but he could tell that it was Sirius Black screaming behind them. Remus, obviously, was a very compassionate person, so he walked over to Sirius' bed and peeked through the hangings.

Sirius black was lying on his bed with his face stuffed in a pillow, bawling his eyes out and screaming bloody murder. Little pieces of ripped up parchment surrounded the crying boy, and Remus assumed that it was the remains of a letter. Remus' heart immediately went out to Sirius Black.

"Sirius…" Remus started hesitantly. Sirius sat up with a start and hurriedly tried to wipe his eyes and stifle his sniffles before turning around to glare at Remus.

"Go away," Sirius stated slowly. Remus, however, wasn't one to give up easily. He might not have liked Sirius, but Remus was extremely curious about what could put the angry boy in such a state.

"Sirius, what's wrong?" Remus asked just as slowly.

"It's none of your bloody business! Now, leave!" Sirius yelled.

"I could help…" Remus offered.

"No you couldn't. Nobody can. Nobody understands what it's like when someone that should love you hates your guts!"

"Sirius… please." Remus smiled when the boy on the bed sighed and flopped back down. He took this as an invitation, and sat at the foot of Sirius' bed. Remus looked into the black-haired boy's ice blue eyes and saw defeat. "Now, tell me; what's wrong?"

Sirius Black stared back into those beautiful amber eyes and sighed again.


"Peter? Er… I'm sorry about what I did. I was in the wrong, and I regret it. I would like it if maybe… we might could be friends?"