We Will Stand Together
Chapter 1: Diagon Alley

I woke up on July 7th to an owl banging on my window. I got up sleepily and opened the window. "What now?" I said as a large, brown barn owl flew into my room. I had just transformed the day before and was rather tired.

The owl dropped a letter into my hands. Why was I getting a letter? The only real friend I had was Carlos, and he didn't use owl post.

I slowly opened the letter. Inside were two others- one small and thin, the other large and bulky. They both beared the Hogwarts crest.

Hogwarts? I thought. Werewolves weren't allowed in Hogwarts, as far as I knew. I opened the smaller letter first, hoping it would offer some explanation.

Dear Mr. Lupin, it read
Werewolves are typically not allowed in Hogwarts, as you may have already heard. Through the request of your father we have made adequete provisions for you to stay at Hogwarts. You'll find the acceptance letter enclosed.
Thank you,
Professor Christine Cooley
Deputy Headmistress

My eyes widened. Wow. It was difficult for werewolves to be accepted at their own homes, much less Hogwarts. I opened the other letter and read:

Dear Mr. Lupin,
You have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed is a list of supplies for the upcoming year.
Signed, Professor Christine Cooley
Deputy Headmistress

I gasped. This never happened to werewolves. My life had changed from horrible to spectacular in a matter of minutes.

My father came upstairs to see why I was so quiet. He picked up the letters and smiled. "So Albus did it." he turned to me. "I talked to Albus and Christine and they are allowing you in because..." he sighed, and sat on my bed. "You shall know when the time comes."

I relaxed, only slightly. Why? I wondered. I trusted my father, but I was still a curious 10-year-old.

"Well, how about we go to Diagon Alley tomorrow?" my father asked. I tried to keep my wandering mind to the subject.

The next day my father and I headed to Diagon Alley. He gave me some Floo Powder. "Diagon Alley." he said.

"Ok." I said, and stepped into the fire. "Diagon Alley!" I yelled and was instantly spinning around and around. I landed abruptly on a stone floor. My father landed behind me.

"Let's go to Gringotts." my father said, and whisked me off to a tall, stony white building. Gringotts. I had only read about this building in the papers, and now I was seeing it.

"Yes, Gringotts. Let's go." my father said after seeing my eyes widen to the size of grapefruits. We walked past a pair of goblins. My father led me to a counter.

"Lupin safe, please?" my father asked.

"Yes, sir. Keys?" the goblin replied.

My father handed him a key, and the goblin nodded. "OK. Galilea will take you down."

A young-looking goblin hurried over to them at hearing her name. (Was it a her? I couldn't tell.)

"Ah yes. Lupin?" she said, running her finger down a long list of names. "That'd be 127. Come on."

We followed her through through a door into a thin, long, sloped hallway. She hopped into a cart and motioned for us to follow. We got in and the cart began speeding along. I began to feel very ill. Suddenly the cart stopped at a small door. "127" she said, and ushered my father in.

"How much did you get, father?" I asked when my father came back out.

"Enough." he replied. "Now come along."

He led me down Diagon Alley and ushered me into a dusty looking shop. "We'll buy your wand first."

In the shop, a man that looked about 60 stepped out of the shadows.

"Hello. Samuel Lupin." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. "9 inches, rather skinny, maple, unicorn tail."

"Yes." father said, showing the man his wand.

"And this would be Remus?" the man said, but didn't wait for an answer. "I am Mr. Ollivander. I make the wands here." He he fixed his pale, unblinking stare on me. "We make each wand with a different magical substance. Dragon heartstring, unicorn tail, and phoenix tail are our most common substances, though we can use almost anything." He picked a wand up off the pile. "Oak, dragon heartstring, 7 inches." he smiled. "Rather short. Just give it a wave."

I did so, feeling rather foolish. He quickly snatched the wand out of my hands. "Well, the wand chooses the wizard. Try this. 10 inches, ivory, phoenix tailfeathers." He snatched it out of my hand before I could even raise it.

"No, no. That will never do."

I must have waved a hundred wands around before he stepped into a closet. "A very unusual center..." he muttered. "...few in the world." he grinned. "You would be very lucky."

"Why?" I asked but he said nothing. He gave the wand to me. "Wave it." he said.

I did so, and a sudden warmth filled my hand. A ghost of something slid out of the wand and slithered away. "11 inches, maple, werewolf fur." My father looked very nervous. "Remus, a werewolf fur wand can only be used properly by a werewolf. And if the werewolf fur is from the person who uses it, it will cast the Robinques spell. What your wand just did.

"The what spell?"

"Robinquez. It involves the Avada Kedavra curse. The killing curse. That werewolf, well, you, can kill one person through that curse in their lifetime, and it will work, no matter what the circumstances.

"So I can kill anyone?" I asked eagerly.

"Oh no!" he said loudly. "You are still bound to the laws. Robinques is considered a dark spell."

My father payed for my wand and walked out of the store. "Remus, you know you are magically bound to that wand until you kill someone or you die."

I hung my head. I wish he had never pulled this wand out of the closet.

We went to the next store on the street, which was Madam Malkins Robes for All Occasions.

"Welcome, my dear." A large woman at the desk said. "Need a fitting?"

"Yes." my father said and then whispered something to the lady. Her face paled.

"Well, well. We'll see what we can do." She led me into a back room. She mumbled something like "Albus will let anyone in." and put on what looked like a very forced smile. She measured me from my feet to my head, around my waist and from shoulder to shoulder.

"Here you go." she said, and handed me some robes. My father payed for the robes and led me to our next store.

"You need an owl." he said "Ever proper witch or wizard has one."

We stepped into a store called The Magical Menagerie and walked over to the counter.

"Carol!" he said, seemingly surprised.

"Hello, Sam." she said, smiling. "Do we need a pet?"

"Yes." father said slowly. "We need an owl."

"Ok, how about a small barn owl?"

"We need something more... sophisticated."

While my father and Carol were discussing owls, I noticed a boy in the corner looking at cats.

I walked over to him. "Hello." I said. "Hogwarts too?"

"Oh. Yes, I'm a first year. What about you?"

"Me too."

"My name's Sirius Black." he said, extending his hand.

"Remus Lupin. What are you looking for?" "I want a cat." he said. "How about this one?" he said, holding up the ugliest kitten I had ever seen. "He's so cute! I think I'll call it-" he looked at the cat long and hard. "Crookshanks." I rolled my eyes.

"Remus!" my father called from across the store. "How about this one?"

I walked over to father and there was the most beautiful snowy owl I had ever seen. "Oh my gosh. Yes." I said. "I'll call her Rosa."

"Yes, very good choice." Carol said as father paid for Rosa.

"Bye, Sirius." I yelled.

"Bye, Remus. See ya on the express."

"Next is Flourish and Blotts." my dad said. We picked up the stuff I needed at Flourish and Blotts. "Care for a drink in the Leaky Cauldron?" my dad asked.

"Sure!" I said. We picked up a Chocolate Fizzers in the Leaky Cauldron and headed home.

I fell asleep the minute I got home and had one of the strangest dreams of my life.

A blonde boy in his late teens walks into a castle, looking very tired. A tall boy with messy black hair corners him and tells him something. The blonde's eyes widen and and he squirms away from the other. He runs back out of the castle.

We see the same boy, standing on the edge of a cliff. For a minute he looks unsure of what to do, then he takes out his wand. A wisp of silvery smoke shoots out of his wand and forms the words:

Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs Forever

He crouches as if to jump, then collapses. A bright silvery tear rolls down his cheek.

Three figures appear behind him. The tallest of them all walks over to them and sits down. Then, slowly, the other two follow.

They place their wand tips together and slowly, they glow silver.

Three figures walk over a hill. The first was a werewolf, the second, a large dog with a rat on his shoulder, the third, a beautiful white stag.

I woke up in the next morning sweaty and nervous. I had no clue who the animals were, yet I had the feeling that it was their last time together. The boy looked familiar, but I just couldn't grasp.

I stretched and got up. I could here Emma, my little sister crying. I walked over to her room. She was 7 and normally too "old" to cry.

"What's wrong, Emma?" I asked.

"Nightmare." she responded. "I'm going to talk to mum."

"'K." I said, and walked towards the kitchen. My motherm father, and uncle were eating breakfast.

"Another raid." my father was saying. "Looks like this Voldemort person is trouble. He's trying to get the giants, vampires, and werewolves on his side." he put down his paper. "Under the Imperius curse, that's a deadly army." He saw me. "Good morning, Remus." He picked up an envelope. "We got an owl from Meg this morning. Tom is still missing. They cannot find him, no matter what they do."

5 years ago my sister had married a man named Tom Riddle. My mother and father were suspicious from the start. He was twenty years older than her, yet Meg had said she was in love and proceeded with the marraige. 3 years ago he disappeared, just 1 year before Voldemort started acting up.

"I just don't trust this Riddle person. He's only a year younger than us, yet he's married to our daughter. There has to be some reason..." Father was rambling on and on. I decided to skip this conversation. I grabbed the letter and a peice of toast and ran to my bedroom I sat on my bed to read the letter.

Dear family,
France is very interesting. Their ministry is being very kind to me, and have rented me a nice flat in muggle Paris.
Oh, about Tom. No leads yet. But something happened- I cannot tell you what. I think I know where he is, but if I told anyone or went after him I would be in great danger.
I wish Remus great luck at Hogwarts. Hope they found somewhere good to transform.
I love you all,
Meg

That letter shocked me. I bit absentmindedly into a piece of toast. What did she know?

I wanted to ask somebody outside of my family about what they knew about Voldemort. Carlos? No, he didn't use owl post. The only person I knew behind him was Sirius, the kid I met in the shop. What the heck. I thought. It couldn't hurt.

Dear Sirius, I wrote.
What do you know about Voldemort and Tom Riddle? I have this feeling thaet they are connected. Sorry, I know I barely know you, but I figured it was worth a shot.
Thank you,
Remus

I folded the letter and gave it to Remus. "Get this to Sirius Black." I told her, and she nipped my ear happily before flying out the window.

I sighed. What was I thinking? I didn't even know the kid.

The next morning I was eating breakfast when Rosa flew through the window. Emma looked surprised. "I didn't know you had any friends." she said, and mother scolded her. I picked up the letter and read:

Dear Remus,
That's ok. Um, yeah I know tons about Voldemort, a.k.a. Tom Riddle. They're the same person. My father, Grinwald Black, is a Death Eater. One of his followers.
Do you know any other first years? I know James Potter and this jerk called Severus Snape.
Well, the dinner plates calling my name,
Sirius

My mouth opened in shock. I handed the letter to father. He, too looked guite surprised.

"What is it, Sam?" my mother asked.

"Our daughter is married to Lord Voldemort. That's what she was trying to tell us in the letter."

My mother fainted. Later that day, after she had woken up, my dad sent Meg a letter asking if we were right. We were.

My father read a part of her letter out loud. "Do not try to help me, it will only put you in danger, Just leave this to me."

Mom didn't trust her. She was sputtering around the house, being annoying.

"Mum!" I said, after my mom tried to force me into my sister's PJ's. "Those are Emma's!"

"Oh, yes." She said. "Sorry, I'm so worried about Meg."

"Mum, relax. She'll be OK."

Soon the last ful moon before I went to Hogwarts arrived. My uncle rushed into my room at 10: 29 P.M. "Remus!" he whispered. "We transform in 20 minutes! Run."

We ran out the door. We were halfway through the forest when I tripped.

"Remus, you OK?" Uncle Al called.

"No, I think I broke my leg!" I called. The pain in my leg was bad.

"Oh shoot." Uncle Al called. "Well, I can garuntee you this will be your most painful transformation yet. I have to go, don't worry, you won't be able to move anyway." he said and ran off.

He was right, it was my most painful transformation yet. I hadn't had any milk and wasn't lying down, the two things that make the transformations bearable.

When I turned back into a human, I was aching and bleeding all over and barely managed to perform the healing charm before passing out.

I woke up in my room. "Good morning, Remus." my dad said, folding up the Daily Prophet. "We leave for Kings Cross in ten minutes."

A/N: I got the second part up!!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: Anyone you recognize belongs to J.K. Rowling. Anyone you don't belongs to me, but you can have 'em.