A/N: This is a story I have wrote just for fun. ^.^ Overall hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Harry Potter and claim none of this J.K Rowling Universe other than claiming the plot, this is written for my own amusement and hopefully will give others some enjoyment also.
Rating: M
Chapter Rating: T
Author: Golden Seashells
Warnings: Swearing, SLASH, MalexMale relationships
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Remus hesitated at the entrance of the great hall, standing awkwardly amongst many shorter first-year-students, the werewolf's amber eyes flicked over the area suspiciously. He had to admit Hogwarts was beautiful, it was the most amazing and heart stopping place he'd ever been to in his life. With the sounds of laughter and clips of shoes echoing in the large halls and corridors and the startling portraits that yelled out comments from the walls, it all had been rather alarming. Even so, the experience so far, although frightening was exciting, he had been rather taken with the large forbidden forest, his darker side sensed fellow creatures and possibilities there. While the large glassy lake had been breathtaking when he'd moved across it at night in the small boat with lamp light that reflected off the inky black water. So far every few minutes he'd discovered something new; having been so sheltered and only reading of such magic made each new discovery had caused the pale wizard's golden eyes to light up with happiness.
Right now though that happiness was squashed substantially by a rather prominent sensation of panic, the wereboy knew in just a few moments he'd be walking into a 'huge' room filled with witches and wizards. His paranoia of if just one of those people recognised him as a dark creature caused his stomach to twist sickly. Blond-brown hair fell into his eyes as he dipped his head, shoulders trembled as he did his best to focus on remembering that this was good for him, that it would make Romulus… his aunt proud.
Remus had read about the history of Hogwarts a thousand times it felt, so he knew through the door would be the sorting hat. From there his house and his future and what sort of beginning he'd have at this school. The slender boy hoped it would be Ravenclaw. He certainly knew he could study, he had since a small child, he could belong and hopefully fit in there, a negative however being a fellow Ravenclaw may have the intelligence to work out his curse. Overall all the thoughts were rather draining, Remus winced a little as he heard another name called out.
"Mr Thomas Flint," A woman called coldly. Remus just able to see the professor through the doorway, a tall strict woman of appearance by the name of McGonagall, she was pretty young for a teacher, looking to only be that of her late twenties. He watched as she gestured the eleven year old through and directed him to sit down; placing the black tattered hat on his head, Remus looked away knowing he had to go out there soon.
He heard seconds later cheering and clapping as the house was called and 'Thomas' went to join his new house mates.
He was going to be sick, Remus thought, having paled considerably as the names continued to go through the alphabet, his name Lupin getting closer and closer to be announced. A pale scarred hand rested on his stomach, the werewolf tried to still his churning stomach and the intense fear he had of being discovered.
Remus tried not so shift too much, amber eyes locked on the stone floor, he listened to the whispers in the hall, scenting the anxiety also from the younger children around him It'll be fine, they'll just think you're... a late student. That's all. Remus attempted to convince himself fruitlessly.
His body was tense as the inevitable words were called out by the woman he had only known by rumors. "Remus Lupin!"
Merlin, the dark creature thought trying very hard not to panic, the strict witch had turned and gestured to him impatiently, the teenager felt as if his feet were glued to the floor.
The was the sound of confusion in the hall and curious questions from the children around him; it only when the dark green-robed-witch stepped forward obviously ready to drag him to the chair that his instinct of self preservation kicked in. The blond-brown-haired werewolf crept out into the large hall, golden eyes wary and unable to stop looking around the large room with all the witches and wizards; allowing the woman to come to his side.
Remus stiffened as she leant down "Be calm Mr Lupin, no one is aware except for the Headmaster and the professors, you're perfectly safe." Remus glanced up at her startled, but the whisper had been so soft no one would have even known she'd said a thing, instead her small hand had settled on his arm guiding him over to the seat. Remus sat down anxiously waiting to have himself sorted and he attempted not to look at all the curious individuals around him. "Mr Lupin is a sixth year student, and is being sorted also this evening" Professor McGonagall announced loudly, the words caused an instant reaction across the room.
Remus picked up the surprise and excitement, ~Sixth year? I wonder why he's coming now?~
~Bit thin isn't he~
~You think he's an exchange student?~ The questions and murmurs drummed into the werewolf's head, Remus winced wishing he could not hear so well.
Golden eyes flickered up as a old floppy black hat was sat on his head, it immediately swallowed him up, his vision of the room gone, causing the dark creature to worry, but unable to hear anyone approach him.
/Hmm well aren't you an unusual one.. I've never sorted one of you lot before./ A voice suddenly wheezed in his mind, it caused the thin teenager to jolt in alarm, body stiff in a panic,
He knew what he was!
/Quiet down there, the last thing I need is a headache at this time of the night/ He was admonished swiftly by the now he realised hat on his head. /I don't judge, my job is to put you where you belong, I search through your mind, I can see everything but of course I could not say a word student confidentiality and all that. Can't have the dark creatures or plotters revealed or we'd have chaos, a bit of bother all that./
"Ok…" Remus agreed uncertainly not knowing whether to trust this object or not, but going along with it, even if just for the sake of him keeping quiet.
The old hat chuckled obviously amused causing Remus to frown slightly, /So wary, definitely a Slytherin trait./
"Slytherin?" Remus whispered a little startled, "I thought I was a Ravenclaw."
/Shows how much you know about yourself. Much more to learn my boy./
Remus was uncomfortable he knew very well the Slytherin reputation held from the books he'd studied, Is it because I'm a dark creature? I could fit well with Hufflepuff... I'm loyal, Ravenclaw as I study. The werewolf thought feeling a bit helpless.
No no you are not one easy to trust, or gullible and naive, you cannot be Hufflepuff, you have suffered too much to belong to Ravenclaw, your mind needs to be straight as a line to belong there. This leaves you to be Gryffindor or Slytherin./
Remus actually winced at both options, they're both very conflictual, the werewolf considered unhappy with both options, knowing of the feud between the Gryffindors and Slytherins... what will keep my secret best? He eventually asked nervous but determined to seem normal, he'd go to any house if he was perceived as normal.
/Not your choice boy, you can't be taking my job now can you?/The tone rather joking, the hat hummed and hmmed to himself for some time, and Remus wrapped his arms around his body impatient, still able to feel the eyes on his body. /Crafty as a Slytherin, wary and distrusting as a Slytherin...even a dark creature... yet still you do not seem to belong there./ The hat murmured in his mind, /Your mind is much darker than anyone I'd normally put into Gryffindor, but the bravery, to have experienced what you have, to have come here.. no this is definitely the right decision./
"GRYFFINDOR" The hat called out loudly, the word set off excited cheering and whoops from the table to the left. The werewolf flinched at how intense it was, this much public acknowledgement not something he appreciated at all. Amber eyes blinked as the hat was lifted off his head, a warm smile on the witch's face, Remus had little idea that this Professor was the Head of Gryffindor house. Pupils contracted at the harsh light, and he stood uncertain as he regarded the table and his new house. The slender dark creature made his way over to the boisterous group, hovering warily at the side, golden eyes glanced up only to feel his heart stop. A sensation of dread in the pit of his stomach as he spotted no other than the group of boys he'd met on the train, and in particular a raven-haired-teen with stormy grey eyes, who looked mightily displeased if his eyes were anything to go by, the grin on the aristocrats features rather contradicting the Black's glare.
Remus glanced around and tried to see if there was somewhere else to go, but a hand grabbed his wrist and pulled down to the wooden seat beside the teenager with the laughing hazel eyes and outrageous hair; Remus inwardly winced as he was slapped on the back "So you're a Gryffindor Remus, who would've guessed." James joked with a smile.
Oh this was going to be 'just' wonderful. Remus thought sarcastically, he kenw his life had made quite a turn and not one he was sure he liked if by the look of the elegant wizard that sat across from him.
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"I bet 10 Galleons he's Hufflepuff," Sirius announced watching the French teenager as he made his way nervously to the chair to be sorted. The dark haired aristocrat inwardly wondered why the teenager did look so frail and sick, but pushed it to the back of his mind, not liking the other at all originally so why should he give a shit?
James smirked as if knowing something he didn't "20 Galleons for Ravenclaw."
Sirius snorted "Ravenclaw? You're such a bloody idiot Prongs, he's too moody to be a Ravenclaw."
Peter was watching the pair intrigued "Well he can't be Slytherin he was too nice and polite." The words received a glare from Sirius and an agreeable nod from James,
"Yeah I don't think Slytherin either, and Padfoot, I saw him 'reading' sitting with Snivellus he has to be a Ravenclaw."
An emerald-eyed-redhead, shook her head in disbelief at the group of boys, "Just because you can't read Potter."
"Hey!" James yelped scandalized "I have you know Evans I am a brilliant reader I just have a reputation to uphold."
"Of course… a reputation." Lily responded flatly, obviously not amused.
Sirius rolled his eyes at the pair of them, hard grey eyes settled back to the scared teenager with the sorting hat covering his features, a strange feeling touched him when he saw the French boy curl an arm around his body, inwardly wondering what the hat was saying to him. There was something about him not quite right… so Sirius wanted to watch the teenager, he was never wrong, no matter what James thought. The upper-class youth ignored the sad attempts of his best mate to win the argument with his love of his life. Sickening it really was, why James wanted a stuck up harpy like that was beyond him.
Sirius's grey eyes were filled with confusion as the hat started to speak then stop, then start again, it seemed the slender foreigner had a few more secrets than the rest of the world were aware of. It reminded him of his first year and its struggle to place him, he'd been completely horrified to be put in Gryffindor instead of Slytherin, but he had accepted it now. The second the word "GRYFFINDOR" echoed around the room, Sirius felt his lips part in shock, unable to believe such a weak, nervous and utterly pathetic individual could belong to their house. There was no way.
"Merlin's balls...didn't expect that one, what do you think Wormtail?" James murmured sounding just as surprised. However the shock only lasted seconds before Prongs was up on his feet cheering, screaming out the words of excitement their house always greeted their newcomers with.
Sirius pasted a fake smile across his aristocratic features, grey eyes hard as he watched the boy approach, appearing rather nervous and wary of them all, his large eyes drew his attention, they were always so strange near wild and untouchable it made him consider if the French boy knew of his disturbing gaze, or how uncomfortable most would feel under it. The moment their eyes met however, the dark haired Gryffindor felt true amusement slide into his smile, reading the frustration in the stranger's gaze. He obviously had not realized what house they were in.
Sirius however beyond pissed to find his best mate. 'His' might he add, welcome the boy into the group, jealousy reared up in the eldest Black, a rather dangerous trait in his family. Grey eyes darkened and they narrowed at the thin teenager, "Missed us already did you?" He asked bitingly.
He witnessed gold eyes flick up to catch his own for some time. "Not particularly." Remus murmured, his voice lilting with his French accent.
James spluttered slightly, not having expected the words from the nervous boy they'd known so far. Sirius's eyes started to smoulder, it registered that Remus knew he couldn't do anything in such a busy place. Smart bastard, he thought angrily. Even more irritated to see the tawny haired teen then go on to ignore him, listening instead to the conversation of Lily and two other girls in their year; James sent him the looks to back off, while Peter was rather oblivious, still watching the sorting going on.
The pissed off Gryffindor could not believe the gall of the newcomer, ignoring him... Sirius Orion Black, no one ignored him… even James, his best mate never ignored him. In a foul mood, Sirius glared at the thin teenager, eyes slid over his fine features and messy, a bit too long hair that hid his ears and eyes at times, to the robes that were far to big and ... what was that on his hands? Shiny.. had he burnt them or something?
However Sirius's concern didn't go much further, having seen the blond-brown-haired teen glance at him for a moment and then away. It caused his ire to flame up once again, that little... prick he knew he was annoying him. Angry Sirius did one of his rather rash actions and drew his leather clad foot back and booted the teenager harshly smack in the shin, the action got a startled yelp to pass pink lips, golden eyes now locked with his own. Anger glowed in the unnatural gaze, before something seemed to click to the boy and a touch of a smile turned his lips, gaze turned back to the girls. Enraged at being dismissed in such a way, unthinkingly Sirius pushed himself to his feet, cutlery clattered in his actions, causing every eye to be drawn to him, except for the pair he wanted.
"Mr Black! Sit down at once, the Headmaster is speaking." Professor McGonagall berated harshly, not seeming pleased at all. Some snickers and whispers started up from the Slytherin's table, Sirius's cheeks flushed a rosy red from anger and indignation and he forced himself to sit down and not throttle the purposefully ignorant boy just across from him.
Just wait till later, Sirius fumed inwardly, feeling rather out of sorts, first being ignored and then making an idiot of himself for a stranger that didn't appear to even notice. It was the golden eyes though that gave him away, the sparkle in them that told Padfoot the teen was laughing inside.
James gave a sheepish laugh and rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, nudging the sickly foreigner in the ribs, "Sooo Remus, you come from France right? Is it very different here? I've never been to the country before."
"Yeah." Peter piped up, "Is it the city of love as they say?" The blond's attention directed back to his friends, seeing as the Headmaster had started the feast, food filling all the plates before them. The hazel-eyed-Gryffindor sent a thankful glance Wormtail's way, wanting the French teenager to get involved with all of them, particularly Sirius else his sulking and pissy behaviour would torture them as well and not just the new kid.
The tawny haired youth tilted his head in a strange manner, it made Prongs think of an intrigued dog or animal, amber eyes settled on his form. "It's very different here, I love France...but it is nice here too, the people are very different." Remus remained quiet for a little time before giving a slight smile, "Yes I would say so Peter, although Paris is the city of love."
Sirius eyed the boy suspiciously, "So you have a girlfriend then by the sounds of it?"
Peter piled sausages and lots of corn and meat pie on his plate, blue eyes flickered in interest. "You live in Paris then?"
The teen smiled, "Oui, c'est très beau. Je le manque beaucoup." All three boys stared at the teenager, even Sirius marginally awed by the different lilting tone of Remus's voice in his language of birth.
"So you miss it then?" Sirius asked voice cold, he saw a flicker of surprise in the tawny haired youth's gaze. "Yes, I can speak French I am tutored in many languages." The teenager only shrugged before glancing over to ask Peter what his favourite class was. Sirius's jaw tightened and he went to attempt to eat the feast and enjoy it, deciding he was going to pull the worst pranks on this bloke, he wasn't going to put up with this for much longer. He wasn't the infamous Sirius Black for nothing.
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Remus sighed already he felt homesick relieved that the incredibly tense dinner was over, it had been a long time since he'd been around a person as uptight as Black was, a few times that night he'd thought the teenager was going to jump over the table and flog him one. Remus's pink lips tugged a little at the corner following the teacher in front of him, who had collected him from the table. With comments on organising him in settling in. All the Gryffindors had rather believed it, only James and Sirius had seemed somewhat curious or maybe perplexed was the word.
He had honestly never thought he'd have the nerve to treat the raven-haired-teenager the way he did... but he was just so rude. Romulus would have had the biggest fight with him on manners, even so the werewolf wondered why the aristocrat had acted the way he did, the teenager was perfect in appearance, seemed graceful, was obviously intelligent, why he felt he had the need to act like an arse was beyond him.
"Remus Lupin dear?" The dark creature jolted in startlement, amber eyes lit up as he drew his gaze to a nurse in her mid twenties. "This is the hospital wing and where I will treat you each month, you understand that I will see you in your vulnerable state at this time?"
"Oui.. sorry I mean yes, yes I do."
The nurse smiled, "Quite alright, well my name is Madam Pomfrey you can trust me with your care, I will not say I've cared with someone with…your affliction before, however I will do the best I can under the circumstances. You are aware of where you are to transform? The witch queried voice blunt and to the point.
Remus nodded, amber eyes wary "I was informed so by the Headmaster a month ago, however I... haven't been there. I'm used to spending the full moon in a cellar."
The rounded woman smiled and patted his arm in encouragement, Remus struggled not to pull away from her obviously comforting gesture. "I will chaperone you Mr Lupin everything will run smoothly do not fear. Oh my! It's getting late, we better send you to the tower, can't have you missing out on making friends and settling down on your first day." The nurse suddenly exclaimed sounding dismayed by the idea.
Remus wondered how he could possible miss mingling with the people in Gryffindor house, anxiety setting in at the idea of being alone with the three again. Sirius had not seemed very forgiving in nature; the werewolf started to experience the first pang of regret for ignoring the arrogant wizard.
Remus allowed himself to be hurried out of the clean roomy hospital wing and be led by the concerned Mediwitch through a multitude of halls and steps, it got the poor werewolf completely flustered and lost, wondering how he was suppose to remember everything, the castle was 'huge'.
However before long they stood in front of a portrait of a rather large lady dressed in pink.
"Now dear, you run along your dormitory is up the stairs to the right you will find a '6' on the door with 'Godric' inscribed underneath."
A slightly horrid thought flittered through Remus's mind, Merlin no...he didn't have to share with them did he? Surely there were other boys he could be dorm mates with. At the way he'd paled, the witch fussed over him a little, straightened his tie and brushed imaginary dust from his shoulders, all the patting and touching caused Remus's small nose to crinkle in discomfort, amber eyes having diverted to the side, shoulders tense.
"Now don't worry, Gryffindors are very friendly, you'll fit right in." She encouraged, "Fortuna Major" The witch called, the portrait swung open the lady in the frame moaning over how everyone kept disturbing her, it caused a brow to rise slightly, the French teenager slightly surprised.
"Now off you go." Pomfrey ordered voice authoritive, Remus inwardly cringed but obediently stepped through the portrait hole and watched it creak and shut with a click behind him. Head lowered as he watched through his bangs the different students that milled around the room, the dark creature appreciated the red and gold colours, it did look rather cheery... bit hypocritical though as from what he'd seen the guys he'd met so far weren't the warmest people around ...He'd give James and Peter points for trying though. I wonder if I am to share with them?' Remus wondered suddenly feeling a little sick; his sharp ears not picking up the voices of any of the trio anywhere.
Eventually Remus decided postponing his fate wouldn't do him much good, Remus nervously made his way through the different witches and wizards laughing and talking about their long holiday. The wereboy silently slipped up the stairwell, to pause eventually at the golden six, it glared out at him from the large old wooden door. A pale marred hand reached up to push it gingerly open, a sigh of relief passed his lips to find the room empty.
Remus stepping in uncertainly, eyes roamed over the red and gold room, he took in the wooden beds with their rich hangings, the werewolf spotted his own belongings sat at the end of a bed neatly. The slender wizard immediately went over and started unpacking, motions near mechanical as his mind went through everything that had happened today. Golden eyes slipped down to his hands as he picked up a book, a touch of fear threaded through him. How could he be so stupid? He should've covered these scars before even entering Hogwarts, with a quick swish of his wand, a glamour charm being set, leaving his skin smooth and pale, a second one being used so that it couldn't be undone by anyone but himself. As focusing on these thoughts Remus felt himself freeze when he heard footsteps on the stairs, amber eyes flickered with denial as he tried to convince himself he was wrong, even though the scents in this room had really been a give away.
The door slammed open and three sets of footsteps echoed on the wooden floorboards, the students having paused, Remus felf the gazes on his back, the werewolf still kneeling on the floor. "No fucking way, this is just bullocks Prongs." A voice hissed from behind him causing Remus to close his trunk calmly and battle to not freak out right now.
I have to act norma,' Remus told himself desperately. He knew it was partially his own fault that Sirius was currently so volatile at present.
"Aw come on mate, it's not so bad, about time we had that bed filled." James tried to reassure obviously feeling awkward.
Remus just felt the rage leak into the room, a scuffing sound and an alarmed cry from James had the dark creature spin around, Remus's pupils dilated in alarm as he found his upper arms grabbed and slammed into the side of the wall, a loud yelp passed his lips. The dark creature long having lost the ability to react like a normal person would.
"Fucking foreigners, I wouldn't of minded you if you weren't such a prat" Sirius sneered, grey eyes burned with life of their own.
Remus shut his eyes, breathing shallow, being a pack creature not wanting to be in trouble by the person that appeared to control most of the group dynamics he was to become a part of. "You think you'll be a friend of ours? Think again, and ignore me and make me look like a flippin idiot one more time and I will lay you out." Sirius threatened angrily.
"Sirius! Let him go, Merlin do you want to get expelled?! He's our dorm mate for Godrics sake, maybe a Slytherin but a person from our own house?"
Sirius cursed under his breath ignoring James, obviously intent on paying the slender boy back for his embarrassment earlier.
It not being until Peter's voice broke in nervously that all three stopped "Ah Padfoot, there's something wrong with him. Is he meant to breath that fast"
The blonde a little worried, Prongs looking alarmed while Sirius scoffed "Don't be stupid Wormtail he's pretending Merlin."
James started pulled on his best mate's arm, the way the French boy's body was starting to shake panicked him. "Stop it! Shit you don't want to kill him or something." Prongs half wailed, causing even Sirius to reconsider, grey eyes hurriedly scanned the other's body.
"Fuck." He muttered, within seconds he'd grabbed the teen from the wall and deposited him on the bed. The Black heir glared down at the werewolf, as he curled into himself shaking, his breathing sounded rapid and unnatural.
James presently calling the teenager's name unsuccessfully, it not making Remus respond at all, Sirius leant over and hit the other on the back before shaking him roughly, each action failed to make the boy open his eyes. Sirius groaned angry and slightly concerned "Fuck this." He muttered raising his wand out and called a slumbering spell. The moment it hit the slender form, the boy having the panic attack went limp. Breathing slowed to that of normal body relaxed.
James had covered his heart, "Sirius... vow to me, you will NOT do something like that again. You nearly killed ME with a heart attack! What the hell was that?"
"How am I suppose to know? Bloody hell James, he's the cracked one." Sirius shot back angrily.
Peter rubbed his arm, blue eyes rested the sickly looking teenager "You think he's alright now?"
All three watched the sleeping boy for a few moments "...Yeah I think so." James said eventually.
Sirius huffed and rolled his eyes "I still hate him, he's irritating, pathetic, weak, now he's insane AND a coward, how did he get in Gryffindor?" James just covered his face and groaned in despair at Sirius's words, sometimes really not understanding his friend.
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