'Remus, when you are at Hogwarts, you can't tell your roommates anything about you being a werewolf.' Said Clémence gently as she was cutting the cucumber and Remus the chicken.

'I know. But what do I tell them? Where will I be when it's full moon?'

His mother stopped her cutting and said seriously;'I need to teach you how to lie.'

'But Mum, you always said it was a bad th-'

'Thing to do, yes, but not when it's necessary. You can tell them when you're ready, when you know they won't care.'

' Oh…I guess it's okay, then?' 'It is.' Clémence nodded firmly.

'I was taught how to lie by my own mother, and boy, she's the best as far as I know. You see, at Durmstrang you can't trust anyone. Yes I had friends, good friends, but we all had secrets, we all lied all the time, and we knew it.'

'Oh.' He managed, he didn't really know what to say. Clémence barely spoke of her time at Durmstrang.

'So I've decided to teach you. First, you must control yourself. Also, a few spells can help you.'

' Control myself?'

'Control your emotions to show, meaning; learn not to blush so easily, or to have a mask. I have many. Watch.'

From one second to another, Remus watched his mother's gentle expression turn into a stony one. One with no emotions.

'Wow.' He whistled.

'Another one.' Her face turned from stony to shy, from shy to sad, from sad to icy, from icy to pouting.

'That's so amazing.' He beamed at her.

'I know!' She morphed back to her normal, gentle expression ( although now Remus was starting to doubt if it really was her normal expression)

'Will I be able to do that?!' He exclaimed after finishing the chicken and chucking it into the pile of ingredients.

'I think, no , know that you will. You are my child after all. Come on, dinner won't be ready until six, we can start on the lessons a bit.'

Clémence seated herself at the dinner table and folded her slender hands together.

'Right, lets see how you are at lying at the moment. What did Sirius say?'

He promptly started to blush;'Nothing, really.'

'You're not even trying.' She stated with a small smile.

' Sorry.' He muttered, trying to compose himself.

' Try again. And lie. Tell a good lie.'

' He told me I looked like an old rag that was dragged in the mud too much.'

'That was better. But you see, when you lie, it's better to stay close to the truth. Don't over-do the lie. For example…

I once told a friend of mine, who wore this awful dress,

" Mary, I don't think that dress suits your great figure." It looked perfectly fine on her, but it was so ugly, I couldn't bare seeing it. Also, when you tell a lie, a complement in the lie about the person you are lying to makes most people, at least the ones who aren't suspicious, believe you. People like positive attention.'

' Oooh.' He said, as if seeing the light.

'See what I mean?' He nodded and she went on.

'Try it yourself. Tell me something when I least expect it, something that isn't true at all.'

So was it that Remus would lie to his mother.

He'd never lied in his entire life.

Well, not badly.

Okay, so maybe he had, but she'd always found out( now he knew how , she was the Daughter of The Queen of Lies, as she liked to call herself).

Remus decided he'd better make a Plan.

A good Plan.

But the problem was, he had no idea.

No good ones, anyway.

' Mum.' He began a few days after he made his Plan. Yes, Remus had come up with a Plan.

'Yes, sweetheart.'

'I need new boxers.' There , his first lie.

'Really.' She said, not looking up from her book.

'Yes.' Another one.

'And why, pray tell, is that?' she sighed.

'They are old and they look funny. I don't want to seem such a dork when I'm at Hogwarts.'

'Aha.' She said, smiling to herself.

Remus loved his boxers, which were brand new by the way.

'So, can we go buy some?' He said, feigning what he hoped to be a hopeful tone.

'Hmm. That was pretty good.' Clémence stated.

'But you figured me out.' Clémence nodded.

'Yes, that's true. But if I hadn't known we shopped last weekend I would've bought it.'

He smiled at her, and then remembered something.

'Mum, what do I do about my scars?' His voice was so tiny and fearful, Clémence needed to control herself not to hug him, Remus didn't really like contact that much. The only time he'd allow it was after full moon.

' I'll teach you a concealment charm.' She said, hoping it would all work out.

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'Okay, you got everything you need?' Clémence said, double checking everything.

'Yes.' Remus stated, he was going to go to Hogwarts! Finally!!

' Remus, walk straight through that wall.' Clémence said for the third time.

Remus had a lot of trouble with concentrating on anything right now, he was so nervous, he could barely stand still.

He did as his mother told him, and was surprised when he did not collide with the wall, as he'd expected.

'You have got to hurry Remus! Here, a present for at school. Open it when you are alone!' She said, pushing him onto the train, while planting a package in his hands. She kissed his cheek and he went inside.

As he found himself an empty compartment, really there were a lot of people on that train, he sighed.

He closed the door and sat down on the fine, leather seats.

Curious as he was, he grabbed his gift and tore the paper around it off.

In his lap lay a beautiful, simple black leather diary. Inside it was a letter from his mother, that explained how this journal worked.

You had to use firstly a password to be able to touch it, then a charm to make the locket appear and thirdly, you need a special key, and his mother advised him to charm it so it looked like a normal hanger instead of a key, and wear it as a necklace.

He followed her instructions and no sooner had he put his journal in his trunk, the door slit open.

'Lupin?' Said a familiar voice, slightly surprised.

He turned around and saw him.

Sirius.

And he was not alone, he noted in the back of his mind.

'This is our compartment.' Said a boy with glasses and extremely messy hair. Another boy who looked kind of like a rat to Remus, nodded and revealed his long front teeth as he smiled cruelly.

'I know him. He's the son of Clémence Lupin, who was my mother's best friend.' Said Sirius, sitting down next to Remus.

'So he's a Slytherin.' Said Glasses-Boy ,actually , more like sneered.

'I haven't been sorted yet.' Remus spoke for the first time.

Rat Boy snorted. 'Well, if you don't mind, be so kind to leave ou-'

'James, he'll stay.' Said Sirius.

'But if he's the son of your mother's best friend, he can't seriously be a nice kid.' James snarled.

'Do not insult my mother.' Remus said coldly, surprising himself the most. But no one was to insult his mother.

'See.' James pointed out. 'James, he stays here. I met him and his mother and they didn't seem anything more like Dark Wizards than you do.'

'I—Sirius!' James whined. Sirius shot him a meaningful look and James stopped immediately. He sat down, the Rat Boy next to him and introduced himself.'I'm James Potter.' He said rather stiffly.

'Peter Pettigrew.' Said the Rat Boy.

'Remus Lupin.' Remus said, retrieving a book from his bag.

" The Truth about Dark Creatures."

Sirius shot the book a look before snorting.

'Yeah, like any of those books tell the truth about Dark Creatures. It's not like they interviewed one.'

Peter sniggered. 'This book actually does. It's written by my mothers brother.' Remus commented.

His tone was neutral, and held no signs of the sadness he felt as he spoke. Clémence had told him a lot of stories about her brother, and his lover.

A/N

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