Wow, a story! No, this isn't a one-shot. It actually is the prologue to an amazing chapter fic. Read. Love. Review. That is all.

Also, this takes place in their second year in case you hadn't realized.

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Prologue

"A werewolf?" a rather handsome young boy who was sprawled lazily across a bed full of dirty and clean clothes had asked.

He and his two friends were lounging in their dormitory that was most definitely far from clean (excluding a small corner containing a well-made bed and a very neat stack of books.). Clothes were everywhere. Crumpled parchment and candy wrappers were randomly thrown everywhere but the empty garbage can. Random Quidditch magazines were sprawled out at random, one being read by a rather pudgy kid who we'd later find to be Peter Pettigrew.

"Aye. A werewolf," a messy-haired boy nodded, giving his friends a solemn look.

His two friends looked at each other, and then back at him erupting into fits of laughter. Their friend? Bookworm, Remus Lupin? A werewolf?!

"I'm serious!" he yelled defensively, giving the two peeved looks. It was that funny.

"No! I'm Sirius!" the handsome boy yelled back before rolling off his bed and onto the floor, narrowly missing a very pointy quill, in a fit of giggles.

"One, that joke is so old, Sirius. Honestly. And two, I really think Remus is a werewolf!" the boy exclaimed after his friends finally managed to stop laughing.

"Yeah," Serious said as he stood up and moved to sit on the bed, stepping on the quill he had barely avoided moments before. "OW!"

"Well, have you ever noticed how he always disappeared right before a full moon?" James asked, ignoring Sirius's over-dramatic yells at the quill.

"DAMN YOU, QUILL--"

"And then he'd come back all tired and give us some lame excuse on how he was tending to--"

"DAMN YOU. HOW DARE YOU SMITE ME--"

"-- An ill relative?"

"ME. SIRIUS BLACK. SIRIUS. ORION. BLACK. YOU ARE MY QUILL. I USE YOU EVERYDAY FOR MY TRANSFIGURATION. HELL, I'M PRACTICALLY YOUR GOD. YOU SHOULD WORSHIP ME."

"It's probably--"

"WELL, YOU BLASPHEMOUS QUILL--"

"-- Just a coincidence," Peter said with a small shrug.

"HOW DO YOU LIKE THIS?!" Sirius yelled before attempting to murder the already lifeless quill by strangling it. With a grunt, he whipped it across the room and grinned when it gave a satisfying SMACK as it hit the wall.

"Are you listening, Sirius?" James asked.

"Yeah. You're still babbling about how Remus is a werewolf," Sirius said as he flopped onto his bed again. "Remus can't be a werewolf... He's too..."

"Smart?" Peter finished.

"Yeah!"

"I know, but I've been doing research--"

James was cut off by two surprised gasps.

"Oh, shut up. As I was saying, I was researching lycanthropy--"

"Lycanwhatnow?" Sirius asked, unused to anyone but professors and Remus using such complex words... Especially James, who he considered to be on the same brain level as himself.

"Werewolves," James sighed, suddenly knowing how Remus always felt, "They're normal humans, just like us--"

"That's debatable," Sirius muttered, causing him and Peter to snicker.

"Then," James continued, ignoring them, "At the full moon, they change into the wolf. They practically become a different person. The wolf forgets who he really is and would kill anyone in his path."

Peter gulped, looking like a little kid being told a scary story on a camping trip. "Anyone?"

"Aye," James nodded seriously. "Anyone."

"And he's got all the signs of a werewolf too. Notice how moody he gets a couple days before the full moon?"

"And how he's all tired out when he gets back from his 'sick relatives'?" Sirius said, realization dawning on him.

"And all those new scars he comes back with!" Peter exclaimed, looking proud of himself to have made the connection.

"And to think I always made fun of him because I thought he was just really clumsy," Sirius said, looking really guilty.

"It's not your fault," James shook his head, "I just can't understand why he wouldn't tell us."

"Maybe he thought we wouldn't like him anymore... or something," Peter suggested with a shrug.

The three knew that was the most likely reason why their friend had never mentioned it before.

At that exact moment, none other than Remus Lupin decided to walk into his dorm. "What are you guys talking about?" he asked as he removed his robe and neatly folded it before sticking it in a laundry basket. He looked around at his friends who just watched him in silence. "Guys? ... Guys?"

The three exchanged looks and nodded before lunging at the sand-blond haired boy.

Peter grabbed his legs, Sirius had his wrists pinned, and James was straddling. Remus fought, but the three just held on tighter.

"What in Merlin's name are you--"

"SILENCE." Sirius yelled dramatically.

Much to their surprise, Remus shut his mouth, eying James fearfully.

"Okay... Remus... The three of us were talking..." James paused. "And well..."

"Are you a werewolf?" Sirius finished bluntly, giving Remus a serious look.

Remus looked alarmed, but quickly passed it off as disbelief. "What?! How could you--"

James and Sirius exchanged looked. The latter sighed and nodded.

"Do it, James. Desperate causes call for desperate measures."

Remus looked nervous. "W-what are you two--"

James stuck a finger in his mouth, swirled his tongue around it, and pulled it out with an audible 'pop'. Slowly, he inched it towards Remus's ear. "Don't lie."

Remus's eyes widened as he tried to get away, trying to kick and flail to no avail. "NO. GET YOUR FINGER AWAY. I'M NOT A WE-- ACK. REMOVE YOUR FINGER FROM MY EAR CANAL RIGHT NOW. GERMS. GERMS, JAMES. GERMS. YOU'RE GOING TO RUPTURE MY EAR DRUM. THIS. IS. NOT. SANITARY."

"Then tell the truth!" James yelled as he started to wiggle his finger around in his ear.

"ACK. AH, OKAY. OKAY, I'M A WEREWOLF. HAPPY?! NOW REMOVE YOUR FINGER FROM MY EAR AND GET. OFF. OF. ME."

James did as instructed before giving Sirius and Peter a satisfied look. He turned to look at Remus who had scrambled up at the first opportunity given. He know looked like all his dignity had been sucked out of him. "Why didn't you tell us?!"

"It's not like it's something that comes up in an everyday conversation!" he yelled, starting to get upset. His friends knew. They knew his secret, and now they would never talk to him again.

"Well, if it did, would you have told us?" Peter asked curiously.

"What?"

"If it did come up in our conversation, would you have told us?" he asked again.

"That's absurd. Of course--"

"Remus." Sirius gave him a look.

He shifted uncomfortably before shaking his head. "Probably not... It's nothing I'm proud of... I understand if you don't want to be friends--"

Sirius cut him off with a tackle.

"REMMY. Stop being so pathetic! Of course we still want to be friends!"

"Yeah" James jumped on top of the two. "Merlin, what do you take us for? Slytherins?"


Suddenly feeling rather excluded, Peter jumped on the three. Remus grinned at his friends. They didn't hate him. They knew about him being a werewolf and they didn't care. It definitely felt good to finally come clean.

"Could you get off me now? There's a quill digging into my spine."

So, this is the prologue to our amazing story! Expect a new chapter within a week or so. Also, if you could point out any grammatical errors that we missed to we could fix them, that'd be great!

-Figment and Gwen