Greetings and salutations! So I was at work in a corner store, and an idea stuck. I've always wanted to write my own Remadora story you see... so why the heck not!?
Some notes and stuff regarding this story;
-It's a fanfiction of course, a lot of stuff shall be different and made up! I own nothing but the obvious changes. The characters belong to our Queen, JK Rowling.
-This is mostly gonna be a Remadora and Sirius Black friendship kinda story... THERE WILL BE THE MARAUDER'S AND STUFF BUT ITS MOSTLY GONNA FOCUS ON MOONY, PADFOOT AND TONKS.
That's all. Anyhow, I hope you enjoy this scrap of a fanfiction. Please, enjoy!
"Sirius...?"
A young boy with short dark hair, poked another who was laying in bed, deep in slumber and snoring loudly. He watched as the sleeping boy snuggled deeper into his blankets, mumbling quietly. The younger brother sighed and shook the sleeping figure lightly.
"Sirius wake up. Mother will be angry if you miss the train... especially on your first day."
Sirius pulls one of his hands from the blanket as to swat the younger's hand away. He then shoves his hand back in and returns to his cocoon. He began mumbling sleepily;
"Mmnnnn... not now Regulus... too sleepy..."
Regulus sighed yet again. As much as he knew it was coming, he really didn't want it to have to come to his. He picked up the bucket of ice water he'd brought with him, knowing something like this would happen. He raised the booker and tipped it over, causing the ice-cold contents to pour onto his older brother, making him jump right from his blanket confinement and yell in shock.
"BLOODY HELL! 'IGHT! I'M UP! I'M UP!"
Regulus sniggered before throwing a towel at his brother, watching it land on the top of his head.
"You have to get ready. The train leaves at twelve o'clock on the dot. Kreacher moved your trunk downstairs for you."
"Right... I'm just going to dry off... and get ready... tell mother I'll be down in fifteen..." said Sirius, removing the towel from the top of his head. He watched as his younger brother left the room and began drying himself off, starting with his curly, dark hair. Once he was mostly dry, he looked around his room, spotting the clothes (surprisingly fast, considering his room was an absolute mess) he'd left out the previous day. He walked over to them, kicking around some empty 'Every Flavoured Beans' boxes and picked them up before walking out of his room and into the bathroom across the hallway. He shut the door, and it automatically locked itself (a charm his mother had put upon it).
After he had been washed and changed, he looked into the mirror and began to comb his mess of dark curls.
"Sirius Black, you are going to be the most good-looking wizard Hogwarts has ever seen!" He said to himself, fixing his hair. His reflection winked at him- the mirror was enchanted- and gave him the thumbs up, signalling that he looked good.
He walked out of the bathroom and back to his room, looking for things he may have forgotten to pack, his mind plagued with thoughts about the school he was attending. More specifically, his Hogwarts house.
He knew fine rightly that he was going to be a Slytherin. He had to be! He was a Black! And all Blacks were pure-blooded Slytherins. His mother had been a Slytherin. His older cousins Bellatrix and Narcissa were Slytherins. Even his apparent 'blood-traitor' cousin Andromeda was a Slytherin. He never knew much about her (except her name being Andromeda Tonks now) considering his mother had burned her name from the Black family tree for marrying a muggleborn Gryffindor. Apparently she had a daughter but he'd never met her... it was rare anyone in the family would mention Andromeda and her family, and if they did, it was out of spite.
After looking around his room, finding nothing else worth bringing to Hogwarts with him, he walked out of his room and walked downstairs, where his mother and younger brother were waiting for him.
"Come on boy!" His mother snapped. "We need to leave now! Unless you'd like to miss your train and let the rest of the family down because YOU couldn't even get to the train on time! Merlin, why can't you be more like Regulus! If you were him we'd be out by now and on the train..."
Sirius sighed. If there was something he wasn't going to miss, it would be his mothers attitude and habit of comparing him to his younger brother...
Meanwhile, in a small wooden cabin in the woods, two males sat at a small, wooden table in a small, wooden kitchen. One, was a young boy, about eleven years old. He had a scarred face, shaggy, light-brown hair and bright blue but tired looking, dark circled eyes, kinda like a raccoon. He ate his bowl cereal in silence, listening to the conversation that the older man was making. The other male looked in his thirties-forties. His hair was the same colour as the younger males only slightly longer. Their eyes were also the same colour and shape. He was munching on a piece of toast, chattering away to the younger boy, smiling like a madman.
"I'm so proud of you Remus! Merlin, your mother would be so proud of you. Our boy, of to Hogwarts! The finest wizarding school in England! I wonder, what house you'll get sorted into to! You are quite the thinker, so maybe you'll follow in my Ravenclaw footsteps! Though you'd make an excellent Gryffindor! I mean, you've got a load of courage! But you're also loyal. You'd fit right in with Hufflepuff. And although Slytherin has its rep, it's brought some good wizards into the world too! Many good leaders! Merlin's pants, I bet you're excited! What house do you reckon you'll get into son?"
Remus smiled at his father, he swallowed his cereal before speaking.
"I think I'll probably take after you dad. From what you've told me about Ravenclaw, I feel like that's where I'll end up."
His father grinned widely at him. "Ravenclaw would be lucky to have you son... and... you know what to do right? Y'know... when the moon...?"
Remus nodded and looked down guiltily.
Lyall Lupin, used to be a writer for the 'Daily Prophet', and he'd once published a... slightly insulting article about Fenrir Greyback (one of the most infamous werewolves in the wizarding world) which... Remus paid the price for. He was bitten by Fenrir himself while walking in the forest one evening, and of course, he contracted lycanthropy from the bite. When his parents found him an hour later, laying in a pool of blood, they thought the worst. They rushed him to immediately and demanded to be seen by healers before their son died. His father was a mess that day. He always blamed himself for his sons pain. Blames himself for writing the article.
However, Remus never blamed his father for his lycanthropy or writing the article. He was in fact, incredibly proud of him and admired him greatly. He was never able to make any friends, so he always looked up to his father. The main reason he admired his father, was his positive attitude. No matter what happened, he always found a way to smile or make others around him smile. Remus remembered being in the hospital bed after being told of his illness. He was only young, so he never really knew what to feel, asides from fear. He always heard scary stories about werewolves from his dad. But as he lay there in the hospital bed, bandaged and in pain, his father, despite his own fear and guilt, sat trying to make him laugh.
"Now son, no shedding fur on my sofa you hear?"
Lyall has also lost his wife of spattergoit three years ago, leaving Remus without his mother.
So the last three years, Lyall wanted to be the best parent he could possibly be for Remus, especially since his poor son suffered just as much as him.
"That's my boy... and remember... if kids go all weird about your scars or if they find out about your lycanthropy, tell the headmaster and write to me. Don't bottle your emotions up okay...? Your mother wouldn't want you hurting yourself like that..."
Remus stood up and put his now empty cereal bowl into the sink. He sat down quietly and smiled.
"Don't worry dad... I promise I'll write."
Lyall stood up and put his own plate into the sink, ruffling his sons hair in the process. That earned a laugh from his son.
"Go get your things son. We should get ready to leave now."
Remus jumped from his chair began walking out the kitchen.
"And Remus...?"
"Yes dad?"
Remus stopped where he was and turned his head back. His father wore a small smile and his blue eyes were filled with pride.
"I'm proud of you."
Remus grinned, his own blue orbs filling with admiration for the adult in front of him.
"Thanks... and dad...?"
"Yes my boy...?"
"I'm proud of you too... and she is too."
"I know she is son... I know."
A small, red, car made its way down the roads of London. Inside the car, the two adults sitting at the front found themselves having a small argument.
"Okay so I'm putting 5 galleons on Gryffindor" spoke the man who was driving the car. He had short, dirty-blonde hair and bright green eyes. He kept his eyes focused on the road as they drove, but he occasionally looked at the woman next to him.
She turned beside him, flipping her dark brown hair as she did so.
"Ted, we've talked about this... she's gonna be a Slytherin!"
"Shes going to be a Gryffindor love. I feel it."
"Slytherin. Every Black has been a Slytherin."
"She's more 'Nymphadora Tonks' than 'Nymphadora Black' and you know it Andy, you've told me that yourself."
"Slytherin."
"Gryffindor."
"Slytherin."
"Gryffindor."
Nymphadora sighed from the back of the car, slowly petting the sleeping, black cat that was curled up in her lap, her short, bright pink hair sticking up at all angles. This wasn't the first time she'd heard her parents have this argument, especially this week.
See, her mother, Andromeda Tonks (formerly Andromeda Black), was a Slytherin when she attended Hogwarts. Not to mention, a Black, and every member of the Black family had so far made it into Slytherin. Her mother actually has two younger sisters, one who attends Hogwarts at the moment, though Nymphadora has never met them. She hasn't really met anyone from her mother's family since they all disowned her for marrying her dad.
Her father however, Ted Tonks, was a muggleborn Gryffindor. He was the first wizard in his known family, which of course came as a bit of a shock to them. They came to accept it though, often becoming fascinated with tales from the wizarding world.
"But dad" started Nymphadora, still stroking the cat "there are two other houses right? Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff? What if I end up in one of them?"
Ted smiled from the drivers seat. "Then we'll still be proud of you. I just want to prove to your mother that not all Blacks have to be Slytherins."
"Proving mum wrong? Pfft... I thought the woman was always right!"
"Exactly dear." Andromeda said, as she turned her head. She frowned as soon as she saw her daughter however, she frowned. "Oh Nymphadora, come on... the hair? Keep it natural.. please... at least for your first day?"
Nymphadora sighed. 'Did she have to call me Nymphadora?' She thought to herself, as she scrunched her nose.
Nymphadora had always hated her first name. She thought it sounded completely ridiculous! Every-time she was at a family gathering with her dads side (the muggle side), she always requested her cousins to call her by her second name, Tonks. Her father always called her Dora, but her mother insisted she call her by the name she gave her, much to her daughters disappointment.
As her nose scrunched up, her short pink hair grew out until it stopped at her shoulders. The bright pink colour, faded out into a chestnut brown. Ah, the perks of being a metamorphagus.
Her mother smiled. "Much better. Your natural hair is beautiful Nymphadora."
"Mum... I'm gonna get made fun of."
"And why is that?"
"Because you named me, that's why!"
"Oh don't be silly!" Andromeda said, as she rolled her eyes. "Your name is beautiful and unique!"
"Ugh... and what if they don't like me? What if they all think that... I dunno, I'm a shape-shifting freakazoid?"
The car fell into a very uncomfortable silence, until Ted decided to break it.
"Dora love, why would anyone think that? It's a very rare gift to have."
The young girl sniffed. "It's just... any time I'm with cousin Lisa, that's what she calls me..."
"Don't let her get to you love, my sister still has some issues trying to accept that we're different. I'm sure they'll eventually give it up."
"You're a beautiful girl with beautiful abilities Nymphadora..." Andromeda spoke up. "No one else's opinions matter to you, but your own."
The car fell into silence again.
Nymphadora however, decided to break it.
"So... five galleons I won't end up in Gryffindor or Slytherin?"
Did I do as terribly as I thought I did..? Heheh... feel free to review!