Disclaimer: No, I couldn't be J.K. Rowling, because the couples I decided fit together for this story were not the ones J.K put together in the first place.

A/N: So, if you're reading the other story I have going right now, please don't worry I'm not done. I just need a break, because things are getting to complicated and then my computer lost ten chapters. This popped into my head the night before I should have been done with "It's Love Too," and it wouldn't leave me alone. So blame this one for the hiatus "ILT" is taking.

If you aren't reading my other story, well then I should welcome you to the wonderful world that my brain came up with. No, I know it isn't actually my world, but you have to understand I'm slightly twisted. Though this story is a lot less twisted then my other one. First off, just so everyone is clear, I like AU, and I believe a quote I found on Facebook's Flair is amazing, "Fan fiction means no one has to die." Sure that was supposed to be for Fred, but it's for all of those that Harry lost really. Secondly, I like fluff, and I like angst, and I like complexity, and I like plot. So yes, there are chapters, and there might be a lot, and the whole thing isn't smut even though it is in the M section. Though, because it is me, there is a whole lot of smut to.

Now last thing before we get on to the good stuff, and believe me I don't usually talk this much in my A/Ns. This story is kind of divided into parts. I don't know yet how many parts there will be, I just know right now we are on the first part, and I have finished this part, which is why I am posting instead of figuring out where my other story is headed. Now, I'm done talking, and I hope you all enjoy this.

Part 1: Firsts

Chapter 1: Safety Net

I don't know why they always wanted me to do it anyways. I only looked like the smart one, in reality I was just the most studious. And yes my friends, there is a difference. You can be the most lazy person in the world, but still have a very large brain that stores everything you need to know in a ready made seal. Studious means you have to study until your brain feels like it's about to explode, and then you can take your tests. God forbid a studious person has test anxiety, thankfully I do not. No, I am not the smartest out of us four.

Sirius was, and even though I loved him dearly, I hated him and his brain. It wasn't fair, it flat our wasn't fair. Sirius was the laziest son of a bitch I had ever met, and believe me that term gets a whole new meaning when you talk about him. Honestly if Sirius would just do his work, he'd have better grades then I do. Sirius refused to do his work, begging me to let him copy mine. I would always refuse, but Sirius would get it anyways. I don't know how many times I got called into teacher's offices for letting Sirius copy, and I don't know how many times I corrected them by explaining I didn't LET Sirius copy, he was a thief. Eventually though they got it, and ever since second year we had been working together so that Sirius Black had to practice what he had learned in class that day in order to get my homework. He would refuse to admit it, but he loved it.

"Moony," he pleaded like he did every day since Second Year. "Can't you just give it to me today, please?" He begged, kneeling beside the couch I was sitting on, his hands clasped in front of him, and his gray eyes giving me their best puppy dog expression. Even his "please" had come out more like a "pwease."

"If you want puppy dog eyes to work on me, you'll have to bring Padfoot out, and I know you won't do that in a common room full of other students." I said, not even looking at his face as I continued to read about Don Quixote. I flipped the page as he turned so that his back slammed against the couch as he continued to pout. "Sirius, you already did it three times in class today." I pointed out after he had sulked for a good minute or so. "Do it three more, and you'll get it." He grumbled something, but I was too caught up with the idiot hero and his shenanigans. Sirius stopped pouting, and did the charm we had learned in Flitwick's class that day.

"You're so spoiled Pads," my friend James said from his place at the table across from Sirius and I. "I don't know why you can't just do your own essay like the rest of us. You're smart enough to."

"Puh," Sirius breathed waving James' comment away. "Where's the fun in that."

"Ha," I gasped as I shut my book and pointed a long finger at the dark-haired boy in front of me. "I told you, you thought it was fun."

"Of course it's fun," Sirius said looking at me like I had grown and extra head. "I get to do all practical and you people have to think. I might be smart, but thinking is such a pain. Anyways," he said as a Fifth Year red-head walked by us, "there are better things to be thinking about." Instead of even writing down what he was going to copy from me, he quickly cast a charm that duplicated my homework, and raced to find the red-head.

"How is he going to survive next year without you?" James asked as he looked after our best friend, shaking his head. I followed Sirius' movements as well, my expression matching James'.

"I don't know," I sighed. "Guess I'll just have to move in with him or something so he doesn't end up killing his self." James laughed, but agreed that it was probably our best bet if we wanted to keep our friend with a serious attention deficit disorder alive.

Yes I was studious. Sirius was smart and lazy. James was adventuress and cocky. Don't get me wrong I loved him too, but he was a prankster, and sometimes his pranks were cruel. He was smart, but a different kind of smart, more strategic, street smart. If there was one person I wanted on my side in the middle of a battle, it was James Potter. If there was one person I never wanted to be on the bad side of, it was James Potter. He was skilled to, in magic, and powerful. At the age of fifteen he had coach Sirius and our other friend Peter into achieving one of the hardest branches of magic, animagi. The ability to turn into an animal. Even his animagus form represented his power, not to mention the other characteristics of James I have yet to tell you about.

He was fast, but of course their had to be a reason he was one of the best chasers the Gryffindor quidditch team had seen in a long time, hell Hogwarts had seen in a long time. He may be an unwise person to get on the bad side of, but he was also one of the kindest, friendliest people there was. I knew from the moment he introduced his self to me that I had found one of the best friends anybody could have ever asked for. Well of course, I had been the reason he had forced the others to become animagi, he hated seeing me hurting and wanted to make it easier for me. He was beautiful to watch, be it as he flew around as he won the game once again, or just as he moved. He had a grace, a fluidity in each movement that was unrivaled by anyone else I had ever met.

Sirius came close, but still he never was quiet like James. James had this way of drawing out each movement so that you saw each muscle he chose to use. Sirius glided, as though he had never really moved and yet at the same time he had. He was one of those people that you knew was standing in one spot one second, and you had to try and remember when he had moved. Those people that moved like ghost so that you were always checking behind you to see if they were there.

If James' animagus form represented him well, Sirius' did also. Yes Sirius was smart and lazy, but he was so much more then that. When he found someone that he cared for he stuck to their side, always ready to protect them when they need to be saved. He always wanted to play, and could never sit still for very long. Yes he was lazy, in that all work and no play makes Remus a dull boy, but any work and no play makes Sirius a bored boy, kind of way. The thing that really always impressed me about Sirius, was that when he said he was going to do something, he did it.

There was one more of us in our group, but he wasn't beautiful like Sirius and James, he was twitchy and grisly. I wasn't fond of him, and I think that is because I knew the real reason he was friends with James anyways. James could protect him, and he didn't go about earning James' friendship like Sirius and I had, proving as true friends we were worthy of it. Peter was a kiss ass, and I don't like kiss asses. Sure, I'll brown nose a teacher, but really what smart student doesn't. I don't go around allowing myself not to have an original thought because I am too afraid of loosing my friends. Anyways, I only needed two friends, was blessed with one other, but I only needed James and Sirius, and they encouraged original thoughts. Sirius couldn't stand Peter either. Peter's animagus form was fitting of him as well.

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't tell you what their animagi forms were. James is a stag, and Sirius a dog, and Peter a rat. I don't think I told you why they did it either, hinted that it was because of me, but I didn't let you in to the why. Well you see I have a dirty little secret, and you'll probably want to run away from me as fast as you can once you hear it. I am Remus Lupin. Yes there is a reason why my name comes from one of the boys that was raised by wolves and created the city of Rome, or at least says legend. Then my last name comes from the word Lupus, which is Latin for wolf. I have an animal that's form I take as well. I am a werewolf.

Oh you stayed, color me surprised. James and Sirius' reactions were a lot like that as well. I remember James' words clearly, but that could be because he says them a lot now just because he knows they'll make me smile. "And you want to tell me something I didn't already know?" That was early in our second year, I had tried to lie to them, but I should have known by then that, that was impossible. Sirius could sniff out a lie quicker then a Pointer could sniff out a rabbit.

"What are you thinking about," James asked as I read my book. I turned my eyes up from the page to look at his face. He had rolled up his essay, and had stuck it in his bag. "You haven't flipped the page in nearly fifteen minutes, and your eyes aren't moving. I know you aren't reading." He explained. I wasn't aware I had given him a questioning look. I closed the book, and moved to sit on the floor across the table from him. He smiled and pulled a chess board to us. "What were you thinking about?" He pressed as we lined up our pieces.

"Things," I answered with a shrug.

"And you want to tell me something I didn't already know?" He asked as he moved his knight first. I laughed.

"Actually, I was thinking about that." I explained, as I moved my pawn out one space. "How lucky I am."

"Ah," he sighed as he moved his next piece. "But that is where you are wrong my friend, for it is I that is the lucky one." I shook my head at the way he worded it. Everything he did was a show, sometimes dramatic others a comedy, but always he made you want to watch for just a moment longer. So many of the students did just that, watched him. I was one of the few that was given front row tickets to the show.

"Remus," I heard a light voice say as a slender body took the seat on the couch I had vacated half an hour before. James and I had fallen into silence as we carefully studied the board. His strategy skills against my studying ones always made for an interesting game of chess. I turned and saw that my other good friend, Lily Evans, had taken my seat. I smiled at her, and she smiled back. "What time do you want to meet for rounds?"

"Oh," I thought for a moment. "We could go at eleven yeah? That would give everyone an hour to make sure they are in their common rooms. Want to keep our status as the cool prefects." I said as I nudged her leg with my shoulder. The year before, and half of this we had been prefects together. James was a bit jealous of me because of that. Spending two nights a week with Lily had brought us pretty close, and James longed to be close to Lily.

"Yes, because I totally have a status as a cool prefect." Lily laughed as she rolled her eyes.

"Well, maybe you don't, but I do." I said smugly. "But that could always be because of who I choose to associate with."

"Yes, because that had to be your wisest move." She said sarcastically. Tossing a look of not disgust, no, wait, yes that's exactly what it was. Disgust, at James. Most people were entranced by him, she was one of the few that wasn't.

"Oh come on Evans," James groaned. "I didn't even say anything this time. If I didn't know better," he said before running his hand through his hair. "I'd think you came over here just so you could make a jab at me." She snorted. "Ah don't worry love, lots of people want to have a chance to talk about me. You can talk about me all you want if you go to Hogsmeade with me this Saturday. What do you say?"

"That the Giant Squid still looks more date-able then you do, and he doesn't look very date-able." Lily shot. "I'll see you at eleven then Remus," she said before kissing my cheek and walking away. James' eyebrows shot to his hairline for a moment before he turned back to the game. I was glad he didn't want to say anything about that incident.

After my rounds I went to bed, and once again I had a nightmare. I have nightmares at least twice a week, and I've always contributed it to the fact that I am a werewolf. I live a nightmare every month, and I guess that would give me more realistic fears then a lot of people have. I mean, do you dream about killing someone and waking up with blood on your hands and not knowing where it came from? I must have been thrashing again, because the next thing I remembered was a weight pressing down on me, and a calm voice shushing me.

"James," I whispered when my eyes opened and I recognized who was holding me.

"Yeah, hey I'm here," he said as he stroked my hair. This was our routine, had been since third year. I would have a nightmare, and then James would wake me up from it. "The full moon isn't for another two weeks, you're safe." He promised and pulled me close to him so that I could be reminded of the real reason I was safe. It wasn't because the full moon was a whole two weeks away.

"Don't let go," I pleaded, but I think I had already fallen back asleep. I would never ask James, my best mate, to not let go of me.

"Never," I heard him whisper as his hand buried itself in my hair and he held me even tighter. I knew I had to be sleeping, because there was no way James Potter would make me that promise. Even if that had happened, I did fall asleep, and this time I slept peacefully. I distinctly remember a Candy Mountain, and three unicorns in my next dream.

When I woke up the weight that had woken me up and kept me safe was still lying next to me. I blinked, and looked up to see his hazel eyes looking at me. His arm was slung around my waist, his other being used as a pillow by my head. My arms were tucked in between us, and the really not so uncomfortable thing was our legs were tangled together.

"What are you doing?" I asked. He had always just waited until I had fallen back asleep and gotten back into his bed.

"You asked me not to let go," he replied simple. I blinked again.

"I thought I had dreamed that." I said a little on the wary side. Really how many blokes go around asking other blokes to not let them go when they're tucked into the same bed as each other. He laughed.

"You dream about me?" He asked with a cocky grin. I shook my head, and pushed him away. Or at least I tried to, he just locked his arms around me and stayed in the same spot.

"Sometimes I do," I answered honestly.

"Yeah," his grin didn't even waver. "What do you dream?"

"If I'm not dreaming about quidditch lessons or pranks, or sometimes homework, then I sometimes dream that Moony hurt Prongs." I continued with my honesty. That was the thing about James, very few people lied to him. He just drew you into this net of security, and you knew you could tell him everything. His head tipped to the side and his face became one of worry.

"Is that what you dreamed last night?" I nodded that this was the case. "Don't worry about that, Moony can't take on me and Padfoot and win. He's tried, he's lost, and we've gotten better. Our deaths will never be on your hands, okay?" I nodded again. We heard the sound of curtains opening and not long after the bathroom door closed. We knew that was our signal to get up. So James pulled away, and even though I knew I was still safe, I lost some of the feel that told me that. "Love you Moon," James said with his brotherly smile.

"Love you Prongs," I answered back. He shut my curtain, and I tried to catch a few more winks of sleep before it was my turn to get ready for the day. Of course all I was able to do was rest my eyes, because Peter woke up seconds afterward and started talking to James. James tried to whisper, but Wormtail had a horrible way of not being able to understand what a whisper was.

A/N: I almost feel like that A/N earlier was longer then the story. This is what my A/Ns after chapters are like: What did you think? They're so sweet? Puh, Sirius is a whiny baby, and James is a sap, and Remus is fill in the blank? I love hearing what you guys think about my writings, and it encourages me to write more, and post more.