Hey people. This is my first fanfic and I'm a bad writer, so this probably isn't anywhere near good…..
Disclaimer: I own nothing! J.K. Rowling owns everything. I only own the plot.
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Fifteen year old Remus Lupin growled in frustration as his potion came out a pasty blue instead of the firebrick red it was suppose to be.
"Are you alright, Mr. Lupin?" asked Professor Slughorn concernedly.
"I'm fine, Professor," sighed Remus while running his hand through his sandy brown hair, but any professor that knew what had happened three nights ago would know that Remus J. Lupin was, in fact, not fine. They would have to be stupid not to know, and Professor Slughorn was no where near stupid.
A small magical timer on Slughorn's desk signaled the end of class. Everyone gathered their things and left.
Remus walked down the now empty corridor toward the Library all the while contemplating the little "incident".
Damn him! Thought Remus. Of course, we know who he's talking about, but for those who don't know he's talking about a certain Padfoot, a.k.a. Sirius Black.
He entered the library, sat in the seat in the corner, and angrily read through the pages. Even though he was reading, he wasn't really paying attention to the words.
How could he betray me like that! I thought he was my friend! Snape could have been killed. If Prongs hadn't saved him in time... I don't even want to think about it. Remus thought sadly.
Once Snape tells everyone, parents will start owling Dumbledore saying that they don't want their children attending the same school as a monster. Then I'll be expelled! Oh joy. Apparently when someone's angry they become very sarcastic for young Mr. Lupin was being very sarcastic right this moment.
It's like I have no friends I can trust! He was not on speaking terms with either Sirius or James. Sirius and James where the ones who had told Snape how to get past the Womping Willow. James had probably just lost his nerve in the end.
Occasionally Remus would speak with little Peter Pettigrew, because he did nothing wrong.
How could he… Tears were now brimming the weary eyes of the young werewolf.
He picked up his bag and left the library with one last thought.
Damn him…
This is a border. This is a border. This is a border.
I warned you. Well… anyway…. REVIEW!
