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'A day such as this shouldn't be wasted on reading,' his mother had said that beautiful morning. But how could you not read on such a day as this? 'And reading is a bad thing?' he asked his mother after she had said this.
'That was not at all what I said!' she had exclaimed. 'But you said it was wasting my time,' he pointed out to her calmly.
So his mother had given up and let Remus Lupin lay on his bed all day and read his book. She often worried about her son, and now she was growing more worried that even Remus became concerned about her when he had stopped reading to notice she was worried. So later that day when his mum was making dinner and Remus was helping her set the table, he asked her why she was acting so worried.
Amelia Lupin (his mother) shook her head and just said she had had a very disturbing day. Remus shrugged and let it lay at that.
The next day, Remus noticed the same thing when he went down to eat breakfast with a book in one hand. But he wasn't reading, he was watching his mother, fidgeting slightly as she ate, and getting up every three minutes to get a napkin or something else in the kitchen.
"Mum! you please just...sit down?" Remus asked her kindly. She smiled and nodded. "Of course, of course," she answered quickly.
"Could you tell me what's wrong? You're not acting like yourself," he asked his mother concernedly, his book still in one hand, and his right hand holding his fork that had some scrambled eggs on it that he hadn't eaten yet.
"I suppose you deserve to know, Remus," she answered, sighing in that serious tone that made Remus put down his book and fork. "I am a witch, and your father was a wizard." Remus nodded in understandment. He knew this much about his parents. "We went to Hogwarts when we were eleven. And do you know how old you will be this December?" his mother asked Remus.
"Yep, eleven. But won't I have to wait a whole other year until I can go to Hogwarts?" Remus asked her curiously. "No, it dosen't exactly work that way, Remmy. You might be getting your letter soon, since it's near time that I recieved mine at your age. But they may not accept you since you're a werewolf and all," Amelia added quietly.
"I know. Because there has been no other record of any other werewolves in England that have gone to Hogwarts. So it'd be a rare chance that I get to go. What else did you think that I was thinking about all this year?" he asked his mother, who smiled and shrugged. "So you aren't worried about not going to Hogwarts then?" she asked him curiously.
"Not really. I mean, it would be a miracle if I did get accepted," he said to his mother. Remus picked up his book and fork again and began to read and eat at the same time.
That same day, a young boy named James Potter had been having great fun out in the wizarding neighborhood that he lived in (or rather infected), and had been playing pranks on anyone he could lay eyes on. His mother didn't really approve of it, so that's why James went far from his house, down the street to bother other children.
And when he was called home by his father, he reluctantly came, complaining that he still had stuff to do. "James," his father began, after James had closed their red and golden colored door and walked down their long hallway into the living room, where two rocking chairs had been placed, and one couch that could fit four people on it, was also placed facing a wall that had all of the papers or whatever else that hung on the wall. His mother with her long blonde smooth hair, sitting down on one of the rocking chairs.
She wasn't that old, only 34 years old. And his father with hair, glasses, face and eyes just like James, was sitting down on the couch. He only seemed to be about 36 years old.
"Yes?" James asked, looking from his mother and father curiously.
"Take a seat," his mother said to him, looking at him seriously.
James did so, sitting down on the carpet on the ground. "So....what did you want to tell me?" he asked, hoping that his parents hadn't found out about all the pranks he had been pulling on the neighborhood children.
"It's about school," his mother said with a sigh.
"School?" James repeated, blinking.
"Yes, school. A wizard school," his father explained.
"And witches. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," Janet corrected her husband.
"Alright, alright. The point is, that you're eleven in a couple days, and you're most likely going to be going to the same school we went to," Kevin explained to James seriously.
"Awesome! I get to go to your old school. Sounds like great fun!" James exclaimed, smiling happily, with a hint of mischeviousness on his face.
"Right. You do," his mother answered.
"So that's all you wanted to tell me then?" James asked, looking from his father to his mother, and back to his father, who nodded. "And that you should be recieving an owl letter in about four days," Kevin said with a smile.
James jumped to his feet and punched a fist into the air. "Woohoo!!" he cheered before running out of the house and slamming the door behind him in a hurry.
So when it was in the evening, and everyone in their muggle homes had gone to sleep, was the time that Sirius Black found it best to sneak downstairs and find some food for himself. He just hoped that no one in his family was awake.
His room was the smallest out of his family's rooms, but he didn't really mind much about the size of his room, his mind now was just set on the day he'd be able to go to school.
But unlike his mum and dad (Libra and Ophiuchus), he didn't want to be in Slytherin house. Actually he would take nothing less than Gryffindor, just to show his stupid parents that not everyone in his family and relatives had to be Slytherin.
Once he got downstairs to the kitchen safely, he lit a candle in the kitchen and looked around for something to eat.
There were apples laying out on the counter, so he snatched one, blew out the candle and walked out of the kitchen silently.
Sirius couldn't think of any life other than this. His parents feeding him no more than a few pieces of bread and butter for each meal, and water.
So every night when everyone was asleep he stole something from the kitchen and walked outside, pacing along the quiet, dark street whilst he ate his extra meal.
He often wondered what it would be like to have a life with someone else. A family that cared, or a brother that didn't make fun of you even if he was younger.
Sirius stopped in the middle of the dark street, falling silent now and turning to look down the street at his home. He knew it was there at least, but no one else did. So this was what it was like to be a loner.
"Ah well," Sirius said, breaking the silence and shrugging. He took a bite out of the apple and turned around again, walking contentedly down the street. He wasn't too worried about not having friends, here or at Hogwarts. After all, he could just pull pranks on kids if he wanted to. He WAS the master anyways. Muggles thought they were going mad when they found something out of place every day, or when something wasn't even there when it was a minute or two earlier.
"Good 'ol me," he muttered, grinning to himself as he took another bite out of his apple.
Now all he needed to do was find people to pull pranks with and his life would be complete. Or that's what he thought.
'A day such as this shouldn't be wasted on reading,' his mother had said that beautiful morning. But how could you not read on such a day as this? 'And reading is a bad thing?' he asked his mother after she had said this.
'That was not at all what I said!' she had exclaimed. 'But you said it was wasting my time,' he pointed out to her calmly.
So his mother had given up and let Remus Lupin lay on his bed all day and read his book. She often worried about her son, and now she was growing more worried that even Remus became concerned about her when he had stopped reading to notice she was worried. So later that day when his mum was making dinner and Remus was helping her set the table, he asked her why she was acting so worried.
Amelia Lupin (his mother) shook her head and just said she had had a very disturbing day. Remus shrugged and let it lay at that.
The next day, Remus noticed the same thing when he went down to eat breakfast with a book in one hand. But he wasn't reading, he was watching his mother, fidgeting slightly as she ate, and getting up every three minutes to get a napkin or something else in the kitchen.
"Mum! you please just...sit down?" Remus asked her kindly. She smiled and nodded. "Of course, of course," she answered quickly.
"Could you tell me what's wrong? You're not acting like yourself," he asked his mother concernedly, his book still in one hand, and his right hand holding his fork that had some scrambled eggs on it that he hadn't eaten yet.
"I suppose you deserve to know, Remus," she answered, sighing in that serious tone that made Remus put down his book and fork. "I am a witch, and your father was a wizard." Remus nodded in understandment. He knew this much about his parents. "We went to Hogwarts when we were eleven. And do you know how old you will be this December?" his mother asked Remus.
"Yep, eleven. But won't I have to wait a whole other year until I can go to Hogwarts?" Remus asked her curiously. "No, it dosen't exactly work that way, Remmy. You might be getting your letter soon, since it's near time that I recieved mine at your age. But they may not accept you since you're a werewolf and all," Amelia added quietly.
"I know. Because there has been no other record of any other werewolves in England that have gone to Hogwarts. So it'd be a rare chance that I get to go. What else did you think that I was thinking about all this year?" he asked his mother, who smiled and shrugged. "So you aren't worried about not going to Hogwarts then?" she asked him curiously.
"Not really. I mean, it would be a miracle if I did get accepted," he said to his mother. Remus picked up his book and fork again and began to read and eat at the same time.
That same day, a young boy named James Potter had been having great fun out in the wizarding neighborhood that he lived in (or rather infected), and had been playing pranks on anyone he could lay eyes on. His mother didn't really approve of it, so that's why James went far from his house, down the street to bother other children.
And when he was called home by his father, he reluctantly came, complaining that he still had stuff to do. "James," his father began, after James had closed their red and golden colored door and walked down their long hallway into the living room, where two rocking chairs had been placed, and one couch that could fit four people on it, was also placed facing a wall that had all of the papers or whatever else that hung on the wall. His mother with her long blonde smooth hair, sitting down on one of the rocking chairs.
She wasn't that old, only 34 years old. And his father with hair, glasses, face and eyes just like James, was sitting down on the couch. He only seemed to be about 36 years old.
"Yes?" James asked, looking from his mother and father curiously.
"Take a seat," his mother said to him, looking at him seriously.
James did so, sitting down on the carpet on the ground. "So....what did you want to tell me?" he asked, hoping that his parents hadn't found out about all the pranks he had been pulling on the neighborhood children.
"It's about school," his mother said with a sigh.
"School?" James repeated, blinking.
"Yes, school. A wizard school," his father explained.
"And witches. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," Janet corrected her husband.
"Alright, alright. The point is, that you're eleven in a couple days, and you're most likely going to be going to the same school we went to," Kevin explained to James seriously.
"Awesome! I get to go to your old school. Sounds like great fun!" James exclaimed, smiling happily, with a hint of mischeviousness on his face.
"Right. You do," his mother answered.
"So that's all you wanted to tell me then?" James asked, looking from his father to his mother, and back to his father, who nodded. "And that you should be recieving an owl letter in about four days," Kevin said with a smile.
James jumped to his feet and punched a fist into the air. "Woohoo!!" he cheered before running out of the house and slamming the door behind him in a hurry.
So when it was in the evening, and everyone in their muggle homes had gone to sleep, was the time that Sirius Black found it best to sneak downstairs and find some food for himself. He just hoped that no one in his family was awake.
His room was the smallest out of his family's rooms, but he didn't really mind much about the size of his room, his mind now was just set on the day he'd be able to go to school.
But unlike his mum and dad (Libra and Ophiuchus), he didn't want to be in Slytherin house. Actually he would take nothing less than Gryffindor, just to show his stupid parents that not everyone in his family and relatives had to be Slytherin.
Once he got downstairs to the kitchen safely, he lit a candle in the kitchen and looked around for something to eat.
There were apples laying out on the counter, so he snatched one, blew out the candle and walked out of the kitchen silently.
Sirius couldn't think of any life other than this. His parents feeding him no more than a few pieces of bread and butter for each meal, and water.
So every night when everyone was asleep he stole something from the kitchen and walked outside, pacing along the quiet, dark street whilst he ate his extra meal.
He often wondered what it would be like to have a life with someone else. A family that cared, or a brother that didn't make fun of you even if he was younger.
Sirius stopped in the middle of the dark street, falling silent now and turning to look down the street at his home. He knew it was there at least, but no one else did. So this was what it was like to be a loner.
"Ah well," Sirius said, breaking the silence and shrugging. He took a bite out of the apple and turned around again, walking contentedly down the street. He wasn't too worried about not having friends, here or at Hogwarts. After all, he could just pull pranks on kids if he wanted to. He WAS the master anyways. Muggles thought they were going mad when they found something out of place every day, or when something wasn't even there when it was a minute or two earlier.
"Good 'ol me," he muttered, grinning to himself as he took another bite out of his apple.
Now all he needed to do was find people to pull pranks with and his life would be complete. Or that's what he thought.