On this specific night of September 1st, a first year student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was found writing a letter to his best muggle friend. His chocolate brown hair almost looked like one of the owls in the Owlery, and his letter read as follows:

"Dear Becky,

I hope you didn't kill this owl or something (it's not mine), sorry that my fancy new boarding school doesn't have a proper post system. Or address. Don't worry about that part, the owl knows what it's doing. You just have to attach the letter to it's leg and tell it where to go. Anyways, how are things back home? I'm not sure how much I really like this place, to be honest. The dorms are divided by gender (obviously) but I don't exactly have a 'spot' in the boys dorms. Even if I wanted a spot in the girl's dorms (which I definitely do not), I wouldn't even be able to get into them. I suppose I'll just sleep in the common room.

I already miss you. It's weird not being able to turn to the side and be able to tell you whatever is on my mind. I'm definitely coming home for the holidays, so I'll see you then! You're the best best friend a best friend could possibly ask for, even if you are a year younger than me. Don't worry about me though, I'll be fine. I've already found another spunky redhead to replace you with. Joking, haha. That was a joke. You always told me I was bad at those. It's the thought that counts?

It's getting really late; definitely past curfew and I think my watch is reading at around 10:40? I'll end the letter here even though there's so much left to tell you. I'll write you a new letter in the morning when I wake up, don't worry.

Your best of all best friends,

John Smith"

After John sent the letter, he headed to the common room of the house he had been sorted to by a magical talking hat. Oh, how he wished he could tell Becky everything. It's a shame he has to keep everything a secret from her now. He could remember how they shared all of their secrets before he got his letter. Sleep came easily to him as he nestled down in one of the comfortable couches by the fire, and he dreamed of the magical events that had transpired just earlier that day.

A/N- WOAH, it's been a while, huh? I thought of this thing while I was away for like 10 years being Homestuck trash and playing Fire Emblem like my life depended on it. SO YEAH get ready for some gay fic, Remus/OC, aw yiss. God damn, I haven't written anything in like forever jeez, is this any good?

It's just gonna start off with a bunch of flashbacks to get you caught up to speed *siiiighs* sorry about that. I kinda started it at a funny place on the totally linear timeline.