Disclaimer: Oh Mrs. R, how I wish.
Chapter One
Remus loved the days when the sun shown bright in the sky, but seemed to lack the ability to blind you. For there was always a cloud or two that gave a nice cool cover from the shinning star. Remus could relax on these types of days. To forget temporarily.
On this one blissful occasion he decided to sit out under a tree, near the Quidditch pitch, so Sirius and James wouldn't nag him too bad for missing another one of their practices to read. Every other moment Remus chanced a glance toward their antics, until his book became so engrossing he failed to lift his eyes from the pages.
"OI! HEADS UP!" Yelled a student from the Pitch.
Remus pried he eyes away from the text to get a close up of the stray Bludger that collided with the side of his face.
"REMUS!" Came that same voice again, as the wolf was thrown at least four feet from his spot under the fern tree.
Remus groaned.
"Are you all right, Moony?" The voice seemed closer, and much more concerned. "Madame Hooch!"
Were the last words echoing in his mind before he passed out.
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Oh did his head hurt...
What the bloody hell happened?
The young wolf lifted a lead filled hand to the left side of his face. One timid touch made him regret his action.
"Oww," he breathed. His eyes flickered opened to see a black-haired boy standing to his right.
"You're awake, Remus! Are you feeling all right? Are you thirsty or anything? Madame Pomfrey said you might need a drink. I didn't mean to hit the Bludger that hard...Madame Hooch-" The boy's voice trailed off as he noticed dark eyes surveying him like a question on a pop quiz.
"Do I know you?"
"Of course you do, Remus!"
"Oh? Could you tell me your name then?"
The boy's mouth dropped to the floor. "Madame Pomfrey!"
"Well, that's an odd name. You don't look like a lady."
"Mr. Black, I don't want you shouting in my- Oh, Mr. Lupin, you're awake. How are you faring? That was some nasty blow." The middle-age witch glared at the raven-haired boy next to her.
Silence stretched between the three, until Lupin pointed to himself. "Oh... Do you mean me?"
"Mr. Black, stay here. I need to go retrieve the Headmaster," Pomfrey ordered, as she rushed from the Wing.
"She seemed nice," Lupin commented, "So, Mr. Black? I have I known you for long?"
Sirius just couldn't seem to be able to lift his chin off the floor. This wasn't happening. Remus was too smart to be victim to memory loss.
"You're drooling," Remus laughed, "There's a pool at your feet. I wouldn't make any quick move-"
The wolf stopped mid-sentence when Sirius sprung forward. He held the wolf's face in hard calloused hands. "You are Remus John Lupin. I'm Sirius. Your best friend. We have known each other for six years. And-" Sirius paused, swallowing the lump in his throat. "And-"
"Sirius!" Echoed another voice from the doorway to the Wing. "Is he awake? How is he?" The voice came closer to reveal a head of wild hair. "Hey, Rem! Hit your head hard. Sorry 'bout that."
Remus stared at the new comer, and then back at the boy still gripping his face. "Do I know him too?"
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