AN: Hey everybody! Thank you so much for adding me to your alert lists, I really appreciate it! This is a pretty one, but I wanted to update, so here you are!

Remus's POV

Remus sat back against the tree after Sirius disappeared into to Great Hall and smiled to himself. If it hadn't been for Sirius, Remus mightn't be so happy here at Hogwarts, for it was he, after all, that taught Remus how to truly be himself and not despise himself for it.

It had been their second Charms lesson and apparently, somewhere in the previous 48 hours, their little professor, Flitwick, had wised up to the nature of first years and made a seating chart for them. Although it was indisputably mainly two boys' fault for getting themselves separated in the first place, they also seemed to be doing the most moaning about the injustice of it all.

One of the boys, who was in Remus's house, upon being directed to sit up in the 4th row, beside Remus, grimaced theatrically at his friend before dragged his feet up the aisle between the tables and flopped unenthusiastically into his new seat and sighed loudly, not even looking in his new table partner's direction.

Remus, seeing that the dark haired boy next to him did not plan on instigating a conversation, let alone bothering to pretend that he didn't mind sitting next to him, turned to Flitwick to hide his discomfort.

"Today, class," Flitwick chirped happily, "we will be continuing our work on levitation charms. So if you please, take out your wands and come get a feather to share between your table partner and yourself!"

"I'll get it, Remus mumbled before Sirius could move, walking swiftly up to retrieve their feather. When he returned to his seat, his partner was at least now looking at him and waiting patiently.

"So," Remus's partner said smoothly, his upper class status evident in his accent, "would you like to go first?"

"Uhh, no, no you go,"

"All right then," the boy said, sounding bored. He swished his wand in a quick and precise succession of movements. The feather flew into the air. Remus was stunned.

"Wow!" Remus gushed, all traces of his shy nature evaporating momentarily, "Have you preformed that spell before? It was astounding!" Before flushing at his outburst and looking down at the table again.

"Thanks," said the boy sounding surprised at the praise, "my dad always said I was rubbish at it,"

"Your dad let you practice magic outside of school?" Remus asked is surprise.

The boy's eyes grew wide, "You can't tell anybody!" he hissed, trying to sound fierce but coming off as rather frantic, "If my father found out I'd told anyone, he'd be furious!"

Remus wasn't sure if he'd imagined it or not, but he could have sworn he saw a genuine fear, that no child should have while talking about there father, in his silver eyes.

"Hey," Remus said, trying to calm the boy down, "I can understand secrets. I'm not going to go blab to the whole castle,"

The boy looked at Remus, as though sizing him up, before murmuring, "thank you," and looking at their feather, which had drifted back to the table top in the boy's negligence.

"What was your name again? Sirius, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, and you?"

"Remus,"

"Well Remus, judging by the aneurism Flitwick's having now, I don't need to practice much more," the boy said, flashing him a grin, "you have a go,"

Remus looked up. Professor Flitwick did, in fact, look like he was about to pass out in sheer ecstasy over Sirius's Spellman-ship.

Remus snorted back a laugh before pulling out his wand and waving it over the feather. It twitched.

"Come on now, mate," Sirius said, making Remus blush, due to the casual usage of the term 'mate', "from what I gather, this is your first time doing this spell. Concentrate!"

Remus thought that was a little rich coming from someone who had, almost lazily, gotten the feather into the air on his first try, but he didn't say this. Instead, he obediently squared himself to the feather and concentrated with all of his might on the feather lifting off the table.

The next thing Remus knew, the feather zoomed upwards at breakneck speeds, plastering itself to the ceiling.

Remus was so surprised that he was only slightly aware of the loud whooping coming from Sirius.

Remus was broken out of his shocked stupor when Sirius clapped him on the back with quite a lot of enthusiasm.

"That was brilliant, mate!" Sirius congratulated, beaming.

Remus couldn't help but smile as well. Not because Flitwick had just awarded fifty points to Gryffindor, between Sirius and himself, or because he had just preformed his first bit of intentional magic. He was smiling because he had just made a friend at Hogwarts. He, Remus, had found a lifelong friendship in Sirius Black.

AN: Well what did you think? I know it was really short but I'll have a longer one out soon. PLEASE REVIEW! IT WOULD MAKE ME SOOOOOOOO HAPPY!