"Lupus: Waxing Moon"

Written By: Siriusly Delusional

Disclaimer: I own nothing. All the characters belong to J.K. Rowling… You know, I don't even know why I bother typing disclaimers… I mean, obviously, I don't own the characters. That's why it's called FANfiction… It's FICTION written by FANS… Oh well, I'm doing it anyway. '

Special Thanks To: Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs, purveyors of aids to magical mischief-makers, who have marauded a little piece of my heart… 3

Summary: A lot happens in the Marauders' sixth year of Hogwarts… Secrets, betrayal, glam rock, laughs, tears, action, adventure… And what story would be complete without a little Romance? SBRL/JPLE!

Prologue: King's Cross Station, London, England, 1977

Remus Lupin, age fifteen, stood directly facing the barrier in-between platform nine and platform ten. To any mere passerby, he did not look remotely strange or unusual in any way, shape or form. He was of average height for a boy his age, about five-foot-eight, with a build that was very thin but toned, his pale skin and slight weight giving him the anemic look of someone who never quite got enough to eat. Long hair that was the color of sand grew quite a few centimeters past his shoulders and was worn in a queue fastened at the base of his neck. His face was slightly feminine, though hardly effeminate, with soft yet pronounced features, a strong jaw and an oval-shaped face.

His clothing was perfectly normal as well, though not really at the height of fashion. He wore a pair of flaired, brown corduroy dress pants, a white, wide-collared dress shirt underneath a mustard yellow sweater vest and a pair of slightly worn penny loafers. Perched in front of him was a rickety-looking old trolley, carrying a rather large and musty looking grey-green trunk, a moth-eaten brown leather bag, along with various other mismatched luggage, a sign that he did not have much money. In fact, at first glance, the only odd thing about him were his amber eyes. They were the exact color of crystallized honey, a vibrant golden-orange color with flecks of yellow. But, eyes aside, Remus Jace Lupin looked like a perfectly normal, albeit a little thin, young man.

But he wasn't; he was a wizard.

And, more importantly, he was a werewolf.

Looking at him, standing so purposefully and serenely in front of the barrier, it would be very hard for anyone to believe that he was a full-fledge monster every full moon, but his lycanthropy remained an undeniable fact. There was no cure for the effects of a werewolf bite and it simply could not be helped.

It was an absolute wonder that he was even allowed to attend wizard's school, but he was. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had, eight years prior, hired a new headmaster by the name of Albus Dumbledore. As long as certain precautions were taken, he had no problem whatsoever allowing Remus to attend his school.

So, once a month on the night of the full moon, Remus would leave the confines of the castle and be led to a place where it would be safe for him to transform-away from the students, faculty, and all outside life… Well, almost all life…

Because there was something about Remus' monthly alterations that no one outside those involved, not even Dumbledore, knew. Remus' three best friends, James Potter, Peter Pettigrew and Sirius Black, had, upon discovering Remus' secret in their third year, all secretly (and illegally), become Animagi, having finally achieved it the year before. Now, each one of his friends had the power to turn into a specific animal at will. It's a known fact, after all, that werewolves are only a danger to humans. So, as their animal alter-egos, his friends were able to keep him company, help him keep his mind more during his transformations and to keep him from hurting himself. When there was nothing to distract him, or simply no one to bite, he would take to biting and scratching himself, which left nasty scars all over his body. Not even his friends knew about the scars. Sometimes this left him feeling quite guilty, betraying Dumbledore's trust and dragging his friends along with him, but when James and Sirius began plotting their next month's adventure, Remus always managed to somehow expel the shame from his mind.

Remus was not alone standing in front of the barrier; to his right was a woman with flowing, sunflower-gold hair and a serene smile set on her pleasant, oval-shaped face. Her skin was a pale, milky white with a glow of health about her, her cheeks a little rosy. She wore a long, white, peasant style dress with fine bohemian embroidery around the waist, collar, and hem, a tanned suede vest over the dress and hemp sandals placed on her delicate feet. She gently placed a maternal hand on Remus' shoulder in a comforting gesture, before saying in a calm and somewhat misty voice: "It'll be fine, mon cher…Relax…You always get so worried over nothing."

Her thick, French accent contrasted highly from her airy and mystical voice. Remus sighed and offered her a blithe smile, which she returned. Don't worry about the scars, her smile said and he nodded a little, placing his hand over her's briefly and squeezing reassuringly, a gesture that said, I won't.

"Delphine's right, Remus. There's nothing to worry about." Next to the woman in white was a man with long, dark brown hair and a goatee with warm, chocolate brown eyes and a mischievous smile. He wore a suede leather jacket with a pair of ripped blue jeans and a pair of worn, beaded moccasins on his feet. These people were undoubtedly Remus' parents, Delphine and René Lupin. His mother was a Pureblood witch and a Seer, a talent that skipped a generation in the family, something that Remus was thankful for. His father was a Muggle math teacher, but he was very well-read in wizard culture since marrying Delphine. Remus turned and smiled at him, a forced smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"I'll be all right, I promise," he said softly, turning around and hugging his mother, kissing both of her cheeks in parting, turning and doing the same to his father. "Au revoir."

And with that, he disappeared though the barrier between platform nine and platform ten…

Author's Notes: Well, that's it! The prologue! I'm hoping to make this a four part series. Just so you know, this story takes place during the Marauders Sixth year, in 1977. Also, don't forget to read and review! Please, tell me what you think of it!

Hugs and kisses! -siriusly delusional 3.