This is story two for me. Reviews would be greatly appreciated. Otherwise, I may stop right here.

*is adamant*

I do not own Harry Potter. If I did, the movies would be a LOT longer and more accurate. Also, there would be an entire series devoted to The Marauders. All credit for Harry Potter belongs to J. K. Rowling, and I forfeit any and all credit to her. I will in no way make a profit from this publication: it is merely a fan's dreams.

This story will contain violence, adult themes and situations, homosexual relations and romance, and quite a bit more, if I have any say. (Remus Lupin is the real master here. Second only to Sirius Black.)

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The brown haired youth slipped into the train compartment, alone and frightened. Slipping the door shut silently, he darkened the door's window with his wand: a basic charm he had discovered in his new school books.

"Coloportus," he murmured, a slight haze forming around the edges of the door as it froze in place, effectively locked.

The eleven year old slumped down in the green riding-chairs, sighing as he looked out at the platform.

This is dangerous. How could my parents even CONSIDER letting me go? What's Dumbledore going to do, put me in a muzzle?

The boy chuckled darkly, the image of his Wolf restrained in such a demeaning manner completely absurd. No, the Wolf would never be held by such simple means. He was too clever; too strong.

Too blood-thirsty.

Remus sighed, his hand slinking into his shabby cloak. His parents neither had the care nor the money to dress their son adequately: another reason for him to be ashamed of his very existence. He was a killing machine with a penchant for poor clothing. Brilliant.

His hand emerged, clutching the well-worn letter that he had received on the night of his eleventh birthday, locked in his room and laying on his bed. He knew every word by heart now.

Dear Mr. Lupin,

Allow me to reiterate and emphasize that you are, indeed, DEAR, Mr. Lupin.

I am writing this letter personally to inform you that, after our lovely encounter at the Leaky Cauldron earlier this summer, I have found you to be born for Hogwarts. I have thus, accordingly, spoken to certain contacts of mine at the Ministry of Magic and received a letter of release to allow you to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You are free to arrive at the beginning of term.

Now, Mr. Lupin, I am sure you feel quite apprehensive, given your condition. I rather received the impression that you don't feel worthy to be around other people. This, I can assure you, is a terrible misconception. What happened to you is in no-way your fault, Remus, and it makes you no less human than a cold or a missing limb would. I have taken certain precautions for your monthly illness, and we shall discuss them following the start of term banquet.

Enclosed are, as follows, a list of all necessary school supplies, a ticket for the Hogwarts Express from King's Cross Station, and a copy of your school release form to give to your parents.

Hoping to see you soon,

Albus Dumbledore,

Headmaster – Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Remus sighed; not bothering to continue to his headmaster's other titles or the list on the second page. His father had taken the release form from him and continued on to fight with mother for three hours. His father was completely against Remus leaving the house, much less attending school with other students. He feared Remus, looking at him as less than human. Less, even than an animal.

His head lowered into his hands as he slumped, fear racking his body.

Why has mother done this to me..? She KNOWS I'm dangerous… Why would she ever subject me to this torture? It will only end badly for me…

A knock resounded in his compartment. Remus froze, staring at the door. He hadn't spoken to a child his age since he was six. That was why he locked the door.

They can't get in…. They'll go away.

Silence reigned in the compartment, then –

"Finite incantatum."

The locking charm withdrew into nothingness as the door slid open to reveal the caster of the negating spell. Black hair framed a handsome face; sharp features and expression denoting aristocracy. The fellow boy held himself tall and regal, looking down on Remus with a blank stare.

"Well… You don't seem to be doing anything exciting… Why'd you lock the door?" the handsome boy asked.

"I…" Remus paused, looking away. " I just wanted to be alone…"

The boy lingered in the doorway, unsure, before stepping into the compartment. Remus looked up at him, resigned, and the boy grinned sheepishly, his hand scratching the back of his head.

"Its not that I don't respect your privacy: I do, trust me. I know how it is. Its just that everywhere else is full… I hate to intrude, but I've gotta sit somewhere…"

The boy looked down at the ground, frowning.

… Certainly doesn't ACT like an aristocrat…

"Its alright. Sit down." Remus motioned toward the chair opposite him. "My name is Remus. Rems Lupin."

The boy sat, smiling at his new traveling partner.

"The name's Black. Sirious Black." he said, striking a pose and flipping his bangs.

Remus sat bolt upright, eyes glazing in worry as he gauged his chances of escape. The Blacks were a Dark family. He couldn't afford that kind of attention.

"Relax. I hate them all. I'm nothing like those conceited bastards. Neither they nor I acknowledge that I'm part of the family. You've got nothing to fear from the lightest of the Blacks." Sirius said, the lightest smile gracing his lips.

Remus still looked scared, but opted to stay where he was.

This was going to be quite a ride.

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KHarbinger