Hello people who are reading this. Below I have something you need to read before you read the actually story, just little comments, it's really only one I think.

Alright, so just a little warning~

As you read this first chapter, you might start thinking, um, are you making Remus gay? And my answer is no. The thing is, when I started writing this, I was working on my descriptive abilities, so I had to really describe Sirius and James, though I described Sirius more. Anyways, the answer is, no, Remus is not gay.

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Oh, and I would like to thank my best friend Brittian Captain Jack Malfoy. I may write the story, but she gives me ideas, dialog, and then after everything is typed, she makes sure nothing is awkward or incorrect.

Chapter One

I Am the Odd One

I was sitting in an empty compartment, trying to read a book to pass the time, but was really just staring at the first sentence. My mind was going into over drive with feelings. Joy, fear, anticipation, wonder. What was it going to be like? Will I be able to keep my secret, a secret? What if no one likes me? Even worse, what if I become friends with someone? I've never had a friend, I don't know how I'm suppose to act with a friend. If I do become friends, will they be able to figure everything out? And the worst, what if my roommates hate me?

In the background I could hear the compartment door open and someone say hi, but I was too deep in thought to really comprehend that the person was talking to me. Soon a hand was in my face, waving furiously. I looked up to meet worried silver gray eyes.

"Hey, you alright? You were looking at that book pretty intensely."

"Uh, yeah, I-I'm fine." I stuttered. He looked at me for a second longer, in that worried expression, than grinned, having concluded that I was okay. He stuck his hand out,

"Hi, I'm Sirius, Sirius Black. And this here, boy is James Potter." I was startled to see another boy in the compartment. I smiled weakly at both of them, not sure what to do. Sirius looked a little antsy, as if waiting for something, and quickly added, "What's your name?" James, the boy behind him, smirked a little towards my stupidity. I blushed.

"Oh, um, Lupin, Remus Lupin." Sirius took this as in invitation to sit. He sat in front of me, while James sat between him and the window. Sirius smiled again. "What house do you think you'll get in?" I answered Ravenclaw. I know I'm not Slytherin, even if I was a monster, and Gryffindor was out. I, in no way, had courage and bravery. That left Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, and being very studious, and loving to read, I can only guess I'll be put into Ravenclaw.

Sirius frowned a little. He told me, him and James were going to be Gryffindors, but he promised that they'd still talk and be friends with me, even if we were in different houses.

My heart soared, and I could feel a smile escape my lips. He had called me his friend, than the smile faded. I didn't know how to be a friend. As well, I didn't want him to figure out what I was. There was an awkward silence, in which James stared out the window, and me and Sirius started at each other. He was incredibly lovely to look at, not that I am gay or anything, but everything about him was perfect. His silver speckled eyes stared right at me, making me feel uneasy, curious, calm, and safe. They were full of emotion, mostly joy and excitement, a definite boyish gleam in them, but behind the surface you could see something moving. It reminded me of a locked door you weren't suppose to open. It gave him a mysterious look. His sultry, ebony hair, falling perfectly to his shoulders, like a cascade of black shimmering water. His skin, a perfect shade of bronze, bringing both his hair and eyes out with a contradicting dull-pop.

The boy next to him, James, had a few similar features but you could see differences. Both were tall for their age, and skinny, but filled out. Not like me, who looked as if I was starved. It seemed as if James was a tad lankier than Sirius. His charcoal hair stuck up in all directions as if a tornado had hit him. You could see his eyes surprisingly well behind his black, rectangular spectacles. His hazel eyes were bright with excitement and mischief, matching almost with Sirius' except for the absence of the mysterious forbidden dark emotion. His skin was also tan, but looked like it was work from the sun instead of a natural shade. His nose was a tad large, but it fit his face, not protruding too much. Compared to Sirius though, it looked as if it could be a cliff.

They both had on nice, clean, new looking cloths, making me self-conscious of my clothing. I could tell that they were both probably pure-blood, and both rich.

After staring at Sirius for a little more I started to feel anxious. Fidgeting with my hands, and looking away, I told myself to stop being so nervous. I always felt as if they were staring at my scars. I wished that Sirius would start talking again, and as if he had read my mind, he spoke,

"So, why don't you think you'll be in Gryffindor?" he asked, curious. Dreamily, he laced his long fingers in his hair, bringing my attention to how rich his hair was, and how it absorbed light like it were ink. It gleaned with every move, and curled wildly. I thought about my hair, and wished I had something to cover it up. I quickly brought myself back to the real world.

"I'm not really brave, and I'm not a Hufflepuff. And I know for a certain I'm not a Slytherin. I read a lot as well, so I just figured I'd be a Ravenclaw." I sort of rambled on, he nodded and there was another long awkward silence. I looked around, trying to think of something to say. I looked back at Sirius and saw him staring at me vehemently. I blushed, "Wh-what?" I asked, "Is there something on my face?" he smiled quickly, but it looked fake, and soon enough, he allowed it to fall.

"No, there's nothing on your face." He paused for a moment. "I don't want to sound rude," he paused again, and I feared he was going to ask about my scars. "Are you acting shy because I'm a Black?" I looked at him dumbfounded, but relieved.

"What? No, I don't-I don't really understand what you mean." I mumbled quickly. I remembered my dad telling me about the Black family, and how they were purebloods and very proud of it. How they didn't like half-bloods, and muggleborns, and especially creatures like me. He warned me to stay away from any of them. I found that hard though, seeing that Sirius didn't really seem like he was like that. He seemed quite friendly. He appeared to have relaxed a little, then responded,

"It's nothing, just people usually stay away from me because I'm a Black."

"Well, I don't care. You've been the nicest person I've talked to since I got to the station." This brought Sirius to a smile. It lightened his face up incredibly. It made his eyes sparkle with joy, and his face lifted. The smile reached his ears, and showed pearly white teeth that were perfect. They seemed so white that if the sun hit them in just the right way, they could blind a person.

"I like you." He said, still smiling. "Your honest. A little shy though. I do like a challenge however." He elbowed James in the ribs, "How about it James? Bet you five sickles I'll be able to get Remmy here out of his shell by the end of this month." I blushed at the nickname that Sirius had just came up with. James and him shook hands, making it a deal. Sirius put his hand to the side of his mouth, so James wouldn't be able to see him talking, then whispered at a stage whisper,

"Hey, I'll split the winnings if you help me out a little." I smiled weakly, nodding, though I didn't want to get out of my comfortable shell I lived in.

"Oi, that's not fair. You're cheating." James pouted. "Remmy, you aren't going to allow this are you?"

"It's not cheating, I'm just getting help."

"It's cheating!" James yelled, pouting even more. Sirius laughed. I felt like I was going to like these two boys. James looked at me, and started a conversation, ignoring Sirius completely.

"So, do you like Quidditch?"

"I like it, I guess. I can't play though. I don't like being on a broom." James seemed to cheer up hearing that I liked Quidditch. "You don't like to play? But how?" he asked, a little astonishment shown in his eyes.

"It's just not my thing. I'm the kind of person who sits and reads."

"Hence the reason you think you'll be in Ravenclaw." Sirius interjected. I nodded, then added to my earlier comment,

"I do like watching it though, I'm just not as obsessed. Not like my father."

"What's your favorite team?" James asked curiously.

"I like the Pride of Portree. My dad and I always bet on who will win whenever our teams play against each other. He roots for Falmouth Falcons. I personally don't like that team. They are very mean." Sirius seemed to find that comment amusing.

"Yeah, The Prides are cool, but myself, I like Montrose Magpies. They are the most successful team, did you know? They are so fun to watch. I love reading about Eunice Murray. A God in my eyes. Did you know he asked for the snitch to be faster because he said that it was too easy."

"I think Jamsie's in love." Sirius playfully commented, batting his eyelids towards James.

"Oh bugger off." Sirius was smacked on the side of his head.

"Ow." Sirius pretended as if he was punched with full force and started to pretend cry.

"Stop being a little girl Sirius." James remarked. Sirius stopped immediately and glared. A second after, he was attacking James. Their rough housing went on for a few moments, and I found myself reading my book again.

"Oi!" Sirius expressed loudly, and took my book out of my hands. "You're not doing a good job at not being shy."

I blushed, "Sorry."

"Don't be sorry, you're doing exactly what you should be doing." James smiled triumphantly.

"I wouldn't boast if I were you James. We still have a whole month to figure out who wins." James was now the one who glared at Sirius and was the one who started the playful fight. The rest of the train ride to Hogwarts was spent with James and Sirius fooling around and asking me random questions to get to know me. Apparently they already knew everything about each other, even though they claimed they just met. When a trolley came, bearing assortments of candy, James and Sirius were nice enough to share what they bought, which was everything. I accepted the chocolate though, having no interest in anything else.

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