Equal Rights.
This story is a work in progress. There is slash so be warned. I'm also in the middle of Hefty exams so don't expect updates too often.
Enjoy.
Chapter 1
Setting sun playing pink and gold brush strokes in the sky, bathing the known world in half light, and lying in the grass was the quintessence of dusk, dark and light simply being at peace with the warm night air that embraced them.
"Sirius?" whispered the light into the dying day.
"Yeah Remus.", Came the reply while he slowly turned his grey black sleep laden eyes on his golden lover.
"I've been thinking."
"You tend to do that, far too much in my opinion."
"Yes well that's beside the point"
"Ah," Sirius said knowingly "so you admit you do think too much!"
"I'm actually trying to be serious here"
"But I'm Sirius!"
"Will you stop with the stupid jokes?"
"I can't help it you always open the conversation with lines that have obvious opportunity for humour"
Ignoring this fact Remus continued. "You know the whomping willow was put here when I came."
"Yes we don't exactly want you running around by full moonlight." Sirius chuckled.
"That, again, is beside the point" he sighed exasperatedly "If it was put here because of me then there can't have been many, or possibly any, werewolves here before me."
"Not surprising really, I guess Dumbledore influence has something to do with it." Said Sirius with a hint of seriousness that was rare in his day to day existence. Then changing his tone "and it's a good thing too because if you hadn't been able to come here then I would have no-one to snog." A suggestive grin adorning his handsome face
"This is not the point I was trying to make. If there were no wolves before me and there are none now"
"How are you sure there could be more in the years below."
"Well first, I seem to be the shrieking shack's only inhabitant, and secondly I can't sense any others."
"Sense others?"
"Yes we have a distinctly different smell but I've only ever smelt it when I have to visit the ministry, but we're getting off topic. The point I'm making is that if I'm right then I could be the only werewolf to have ever gotten into Hogwarts. Think of it over the generations all those kids deprived of a magical education because of something that they have no control over. Something that brings them enough pain as it is, some from a very young age, living with constant prejudice and hatred. I know that there aren't many of us in reality but I can't be the only werewolf in existence of school age in Britain. And some of these kids have nowhere to go my parent's reaction to my problem isn't as normal as you might think."
"It was never really something I'd ever though about but I guess it does make sense" mused Sirius. "Why did you bring it up?"
"In less than a week we'll be starting our final year at Hogwarts. We've been sent letters and visited by teachers to think about our options at the end of this year. And my prospects for getting a job it seems, no matter how well I might do in school, aren't great"
"Don't say things like that. It's not fair on yourself."
"No, but it's true. But for the short time I was thinking about what chances I had I realised that I had a lot more of a chance that lots of kids like me. And what I then began to think was that that could be what I did. I could teach. Then give wolfkind equal rights."
"You'd be a good teacher you've helped me more times that I can count. But what does teaching at Hogwarts have to do with equal rights for werewolves?"
"You're a bit dense aren't you love."
"Hey I resent that"
"What I actually meant is that I could teach the werewolf kids"
"Ah."
"Just imagine it Padfoot I could just buy a place with a small garden and it wouldn't have to be very big because I could use some room of requirement type spells to make is bigger outside the fence than within it give the kids space cause many of them would have been kept locked up. And they'd be together on full moons it's easier and safer if you're in a pack. and kids could live there if they wanted or they could just stay for the full moon and it could be open to kids of all ages if they wanted to live there and, and if there were kids under the ages of eleven then they could be taught maths and English and then once they are eleven then they can learn magic and we could have a"
"Remus" Sirius interrupted mid flow.
"Yes"
"You're rambling"
"Sorry." he said sheepishly ok so maybe it wasn't hundred percent clear but he just got enthusiastic about helping others.
"But from what I understood it sounded good."
"You really think so."
"I think you should do it."
"I'd really have to start planning now."
"You'd need money"
"I'd need to save a bit but not too much just enough to buy a small house with a small garden. I can magically expand it later."
"You could just by a plot of land expand it from the inside and then build a school on the expanded land."
"And I'd need some sort of cloaking spell so muggles can't see it or just think it's a country house."
"You'd need protective spells around the edges we don't want a load of werewolves to escape"
"Escape, it sounds so harsh"
"Sorry it was the best word I could thing of spur of the moment," he finally tore his gaze from the boy by his side and looked up at the darkened sky letting the silence apologise "I could really get into this school idea" he said finally.
"I can just imagine it now 'The lupine1 centre for werewolves in crisis.' That sounds crazy, werewolves in crisis, or perhaps it could be 'the school for the wolfily gifted'"
"However my dear moony, wolfily is not a word"
"Minor problem"
"I recon you should talk to Dumbledore"
"You know what, I think I will."
"But now I propose a toast to professor Lupin best teacher of all time."
"One flaw in that plan."
"What?"
"We don't have anything to toast with."
"Oh."
1 Just before any one asks I do mean lupine not Lupin. Bit of a play of words there for you.