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Peter's Acceptance: From Outcast to Best Friend

Peter shivered with excitement. He couldn't really believe it, but it was true. After years of being "Mommy's little boy" – oh, how the other children in his town full of Muggles used to make fun of him – after years of having to cast spells on the other kids to make them play with him, he had actually make friends at Hogwarts the first day he stepped foot in the castle.

Now, at just thirteen years old, these friends were embarking on an adventure that would bond the four of them for life. As Peter was pondering, once again, how he possibly managed to end up best friends with the most popular guys in school, James suddenly gasped.

"What is it?" asked Peter, just now getting a little bit worried.

In response, James simply pointed a finger ahead of them. In the distance, a blue tinted light was coming over the horizon; the full moon was rising. As small slivers of light fell upon his pale skin, Remus stopped dead in his tracks and began to morph. First, his hair seemed to recede back into his head, while all over the rest of his body, dark fur was sprouting erratically. Then his eyes began to widen ands darken, and his legs and arms bent in such a way that in a few moments, he was on all fours.

The three other boys were staring at him, transfixed, but finally James snapped out of it and screamed, "Now!," and he quickly and expertly morphed into his stag form. Sirius, now a massive black dog, and James, antlers gleaming in the moonlight, grabbed Remus, now in full wolf form, on either side, and bounded away with him into the night. Peter, now darting through the grass as a rat, scampered after them, thrilled and terrified at the same time, anticipating the best and worst of what was to come.