A/N: This is my first Harry Potter fanfic, obviously AU. It starts in the middle of Remus' and Claire's second year. In this story, the marauders don't accept Remus for what he is. As I said, this is NOT a romance fic. It is just a friendship fic. Criticism welcome, but has to be constructive!
Remus's POV
Remus eased himself off the bed, making sure that his bed curtains were closed before he began to dress. It would not so to have his friends see his scars. They would connect the dots right away. His disappearances, his sickly appearance once a month, his insistence that they not follow him to the Hospital Wing. They would know he was a werewolf. And that would lead to disaster.
He stepped out into the dormitory, intending to go to the bathroom for a quick shower, when he is ambushed by James and Sirius, shoving him to the ground, their wands at his throat. Behind them, Peter stood, watching. Remus paled.
"James? Si-sirius?" , he stuttered, his heart beating quickly. Had they…found out his secret?
"We know about your monthly disappearances, Lupin, you wouldn't fool us for long." Sirius snarled. James prodded Remus' neck with his wand, making Remus swallow nervously, staring up at them with fear in his eyes.
James spat in disgust. "What was Dumbledore thinking, making us share a room with a beast."
Tears welled up in Remus' eyes at the word, and at his friends' hatred.
Before he knew it, he was sitting in Dumbledore's office, eyes averted from his friends' faces.
"But he's a danger to everyone in the school, Professor!" James argued, Hazel eyes burning with anger.
Dumbledore merely said, "Mr Potter, I assure you that we have taken the appropriate safety measures to ensure the werewolf does not harm anyone. After all, there have been no issues so far, and it has been a year and a half since he was enrolled here."
"No issues yet, Professor." Sirius spat.
Fifteen minutes later, the duo had agreed to keep their mouths shut about Remus' lycanthropy, but they would never be friends again.
Claire's POV
As Claire descended into the Slytherin common room, she immediately knew that something was wrong. Her Housemates were whispering among themselves, some shooting her dirty glances.
Rodolphus Lestrange, a disgusting brute of a seventh year, shoved his way over to her. Claire immediately drew hew wand, but kept it hidden within the folds of her robes.
Rodolphus stopped in front of her, sneering, "Did you really think you could hide your blood status, mudblood? Let's teach you a lesson, shall we, Bella?"
Bellatrix Black, a well-known Death Eater wannabe, draped her arm around Lestrange's shoulder, drawling lazily, "How about we lock her in a cupboard for a day or two? Let her know what happens if she tries to keep secrets."
Claire shuddered, the hair on the back of her neck standing up. Who knew the tortures she would have to endure…
R and R please!
