Disclaimer: I don't own Harry, and probably never will.
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Chapter one: Pink apron.
Remus sat down with a sigh and picked up his guitar, it was an acoustic, and 3 quarter length, the body fitting perfectly under his arm. He picked it up and ran his fingers over the wire strings, it was perfectly in tune, and the only possession he hadn't yet destroyed in one of his monthly rages, and hopefully never would. He sat down, cross legged on a sofa, the guitar in his lap. His thoughts turned to school.
Remus Lupin, attended Hogwarts school for witchcraft and wizardry. He was in his fourth year, soon to be fifth, and top in every class, save flying and potions. Remus wasn't bad at flying, in fact, he was pretty damn good. It was just impossible, to be the best flyer when you had James Potter in your year and flying class, or Sirius Black for that matter. Potions on the other hand, with Professor Smith meant that you had to be in Slytherin just to get positive attention, he was after all head of that house. It wasn't like Remus didn't try, in fact he probably tried the hardest. It just happened to be because of his house, nothing more.
Aside from potions and flying Lupin, had a pretty good time at Hogwarts, aside from the monthly predicament he was in. Remus Lupin, was a werewolf. He had even made his name better suit the misfortune. It had tickled him when his name was read out in full. His real name was Izzy Macmillan, but when your five years old, have been recently bitten by a deranged werewolf and dumped at a magical orphanage, you're somewhat prone to being a little forgetful. At least that was what Albus Dumbledore had said after meeting the young werewolf. Dumbledore had been the person that reached out for him when he needed it most.
A nosy crash came from in the kitchen somewhere. Lupin gave a small chuckle, his adoptive father really wasn't good with muggle appliances… neither was his real father. Maybe it was just wizards and kitchens, himself excluded obviously.
"Remus Xander Lupin! I don't think giggling is very becoming of you!" Remus smiled.
"Sorry Dad, it's just funny hearing your amazing attempts at domestic issues." Ted Lupin, Father of said werewolf poked his head round the door.
"It wont be funny, when a certain Headmaster comes round and finds this place in a mess and has a burnt black chicken from my 'amazing attempts at domestic issues.'" Remus raised one eyebrow, what was that saying? Speak it's name and the devil shall appear.
"Is my great and mighty father actually asking for help." Ted nodded his head quickly and beckoned Remus with his burnt black spoon.
"Put away your guitar, I don't think Dumbledore's going to be the only one coming, and I seriously need help in this kitchen." Remus peered into the kitchen, which was now emitting a nasty black smog.
"You do realize that's the washing machine don't you?"
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The doorbell rang and Remus bounded down the thirteen stairs to reach the door. It wasn't wise to keep people waiting, his father had once told him. Hear the doorbell and drop everything. Remus was now dressed in almost black denim jeans a baggy white striped shirt with a with tie. It was his 'smart' outfit, and the only one in perfect condition. He reached the door and yanked it open. As suspected Dumbledore stood there, his arm clamped around a young dark haired boy, the boy had a hood obscuring his face.
"Ah, Remus, I trust you are well?" Dumbledore looked up, his eyes, as per usual, were sparkling.
"I'm fine Professor, Dad's just finished burning the chicken so I'm sure tea will be soon." The boy, still looking down, laughed. Remus motioned them into the house absentmindedly, busy wondering who the boy was.
"Remus? Is that Dumbledore?" His father emerged from the kitchen garbed in his pink oven mitts and apron. The boy with the hood laughed again. Remus turned to his dad.
"How many times have I told you not to wear that out of the kitchen?" Ted smiled and shook his head.
"And how many times have I told you I'm the man of the house and you should all bow down to me."
"And your pink apron?" Remus added slyly.
"That's it, no chicken for you!"
"Oh woe is me." Remus clutched his hand to his heart "No charcoal, how will I survive the cold winter nights." Ted rapped his son with the wooden spoon in his left hand. "Aww, dad," Remus pouted "that hurt." Ted hit him again.
"Right, little miss drama queen, go escort our guests to the dining room, and no more jibes." Ted turned back round and went into the kitchen. Remus grinned and bowed to the headmaster, before offering his arm to the boy.
"My fair gentlemen, can I escort you to the much loved dining room?" He looked at the Dumbledore's coat. "may I take your coats" Dumbledore smiled and handed Remus his coat, and signaled for the boy to do the same.
"No need to be afraid Harry, Remus wont bite." The boy turned to face Dumbledore.
"I'm not afraid Dumbledore," the boy said, pulling down his hood. "I just don't really feel the need to part with it for the moment." 'Harry' turned to face Remus. " You can try and take my cloak if you like, I just wouldn't advise it." He grinned. "Now which way did you say the dining room was?" Remus pointed towards a room just down the hallway.
"This way, if you'd like to follow me."
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Remus was staring at the boy in between mouthfuls, but then again, I suppose, it was a bit hard not to. He had shoulder length black hair, that was green at the tips. It was a nice emerald green, the same colour as his eyes. The very same eyes that held a wisdom beyond his years. (Remus had found out that he was in fact fifteen, well, he had been for a few weeks.) He was about the same height and build as Remus, if not a little more muscled. Both his eyebrow and his ear had piercings. It also looked like he had a tattoo on his chest, creeping up a bit of his neck.
"You like it?" Remus was snapped out of his thoughts for a second and blinked around stupidly "The tattoo, do you like it?" He realized Harry must have been talking to him. Remus looked down and mumbled into his plate. Harry smiled. "Maybe you just cant see it properly?" He started to pull of his top. A Phoenix stretched from the bottom of his ribs, to his collarbone, it had a wand clasped in his beak, emitting a green light. An emerald green light. Remus however, was not looking at the phoenix, and instead staring at the scar on his left shoulder blade. It was shaped like a crescent moon, and Remus knew exactly what it was.
"You're a werewolf." He stated and the boy shrugged. He turned to Dumbledore, who was also sitting at the table as was his father, and repeated the statement. Dumbledore smiled.
"Well done Remus, Harry is a werewolf, that's one of the main reasons I bought him here. I wanted to see if the two of you got along." He turned to Ted, who was still eating as if nothing had happened. "There's only a week left to September the first, would you be able to look after Harry until then, I need someone to show him the ropes." Ted looked up at the man confused. "He was only bitten a few weeks ago, he hasn't had his first full moon yet."
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Cliffhanger, sorry, well not really, cliffhangers rock…. Kinda. Anyways, does anyone out there like this story? If that's a yes just hit the button and send me a review if it's a no hit the button and sent me a review anyway, I'll appreciate it.
Yours,
Lorkin