Disclaimer: I am still not J.K Rowling; however, I have used some work from her book 'Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone'.

Notes: Originally, I was going to have this combined with 'The Sorting' however, I felt as though the way I ended Chapter Three was good and I didn't need to add this on, however I wanted to show Remus talking with Dumbledore. I apologise for this chapter, I wasn't sure of what to write. Dumbledore is always a hard character for me to write. I only hope that you'll forgive me and keep reading. I have to admit that most of Dumbledore's speech is from 'The philosophers Stone'.

Sirius Black. Do not be afraid about how he acts in his first years at Hogwarts he will change eventually.

Fanfiction seems to not want to show any spaces or lines I put in between chapters, so the layout looks rather plain. I noticed that in my third chapter I wrote 'Loony Lupin' instead of 'Loopy Lupin', I guess I had Luna Lovegood on mind. But, since fanfiction is not letting me edit any of my writing just pretend that it said 'Loopy'.

Warnings: In the near future, there shall be some male and male, so you have been warned. If you do not like it, please leave the page.

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CHAPTER FOUR

The Twinkling Eyes

It must have been an hour or more that the sorting took and yet no pupils had let out a groan of displeasure or boredom; they watched intently as the pupils were sorted. Even the Slytherin's were somewhat quiet. Eventually the last of the names came. It was truly amazing just how many wizards there were in Britain alone.

"RAVENCLAW!" The hat cried one last time before becoming lifeless, the sorting was over.

The school stayed silent as they watched their headmaster Albus Dumbledore stand, his long white beard reaching past his stomach, his robes a dark navy. His eyes smiled brightly as he addressed the pupils, old and new.

"Welcome!" He said, his arms spread open. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. First years should note that the forest in the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well. I have also been asked by Mr Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors."

"That'll be right." A whispered mischievous voice said from the Gryffindor table.

However if Dumbledore heard he did not act like it as he continued. "Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hootch. And now before we go to bed, let us sing the school song. Everyone rise!" Everyone stood up from their benches smiles plastered on their faces, the Slytherin's however looked displeased. Dumbledore took his wand from his robes and pointed it towards the bewitched ceiling; a long line of gold ribbon spilled out and formed words in the air as the pupils bellowed:

'Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,

Teach us something please,

Whether we be old and bald

Or young with scabby knees,

Our heads could do with filling

With some interesting stuff,

For now, they're bare and full of air,

Dead flies and bits of fluff,

So teach us things worth knowing,

Bring back what we've forgot,

Just do your best, we'll do the rest,

And learn until our brains all rot.'

The students ended at different times and sang out of pitch but it was wonderful all the same, a moment shared by them all. Dumbledore smiled and clapped looking pleased.

"Such a sweet sound music! A magic beyond all we do here! Now, I am sure after our singsong you will be tired. Off to bed you trot!"

The prefects from each house stood up and started to direct the first years to their dorms, Remus stood to follow the prefects. They were led up marble staircases and were warned that they liked to move at their will. Remus smiled as he thought this peculiar; surely, stairs couldn't have working minds? He shook his head at the question, anything was possible at Hogwarts. He was lost on his adrenaline of being sorted and meeting new people that he'd almost forgotten about his meeting with Dumbledore. He had read the short letter so many times that he had memorized it.

Dear Mr Lupin,

I understand your problem; however, I believe that it should not stop you getting a proper education in witchcraft and wizardry. So I would like to propose you the offer to attend Hogwarts, we shall find a place for you to transform each month and Madam Pomfrey our school's healer shall take great care of you. After the feast please come to my office, I shall tell someone to collect you from your common room.

Kind regards,

Albus Dumbledore

They walked in a corridor a gaggling group of first years who were soaking in every area of the castle when they came to the end, a portrait hung on the wall. It was of a very fat woman in a pink silk dress.

"Password?" She asked in a low voice.

"Porcum Rostrum." The prefect said her voice crystal clear as the portrait swung open to reveal a hole in the wall, which they clambered through, once out on the other end they found themselves in the Gryffindor common room. A deep shade of red covered the walls, gold lining the room, comfortable armchairs sat beside a roaring fire.

As the first years were being led up the spiral staircase to their dorms a figure came out from the whole in the wall, the boy stood stall Gryffindor crest proudly on his chest. Everyone turned to look at him, as he stood breathless.

"What is it Creevey?" The male prefect who had introduced himself as 'Frank' asked looking at the boy.

"I'm here to escort Remus Lupin to Dumbledore's office." He said.

"Very well then," Frank said as he turned to look at the group of boys following him. "Could Remus Lupin please go with Creevey here?"

Remus stumbled out of the crowd and tripped up on a foot that was placed out in front of him, he turned around to look at the boy who had done it. He was met with cold grey eyes and a smirk as Sirius Black muttered "Loopy Lupin" a boy that stood beside him with glasses chuckled. Remus lowered his head as he walked towards the blond headed boy called 'Creevey'.

II

Flickering torches that seemed to have an everlasting burn, illuminating the corridors. Remus and Creevey walked in silence. Remus couldn't help but feel slightly intimidated by the fifth year, did he know? Surely no one told him, of course they couldn't have. It was paranoia.

"Here we are," Creevey said as they came face to face with a stone Gargoyle. "Fizzy pops." Creevey said to the Gargoyle, which surprisingly moved to let them walk up the spiral staircase. Remus' heart begun to beat against his chest, he knew he shouldn't be nervous, Dumbledore wanted to help him. However there was a thought in the back of his head, one that he had not been able to get out of his head, what if Dumbledore was luring him into the castle to hand him over to the ministry. He was after all an unregistered werewolf, due to his mother being a muggle she didn't know what to do when she found out what happened to her son once a month, so she hid it.

Remus came face to face with a dark wooden door; Creevey said his goodbye and left him. Remus' hand hovered over the doorknob when a voice emanated from inside.

"Come in."

Remus reclined his hand curious to know how Dumbledore knew he was outside, he reached for the handle again and opened the door. Dumbledore sat behind a wooden desk his hands clasped in front of his face; he motioned towards a chair in front of him.

"I am sure that you do not wish to stand in the doorway all night Remus," Dumbledore smiled with twinkling eyes, Remus walked forward, the room was truly spectacular. Different vials sitting around the room a large globe of the world sat in the corner however it did not have normal countries instead it had some he had never seen before 'Alia Terra' surely that was not a country. Remus sat in the chair his eyes focused on Dumbledore's, his blue orbs smiling. "I trust you received my letter?" He asked to which Remus nodded.

They sat in silence for a moment or two.

"I understand Remus that you have been brought up with hiding yourself, what you have become. For your own protection your mother did not allow you to interact with other children." Dumbledore said. "However, people aren't as bad as you think they are, not everyone is out to hurt you. In fact I believe that there are a few Gryffindors chomping at the bit to be your friend." Dumbledore smiled, picking up a black circled sweet that sat on a dish on his desk. He offered Remus one however, he declined politely.

"I trust that you would like to know what is happening with your lycanthropy." He asked.

"Yes please." Remus replied, finding courage. He felt stupid now for thinking that this man would ever intentionally hand him over to the ministry.

"This year a tree was planted in preparation for your arrival," Remus couldn't help but feel touched at this, they had gone to this much trouble to help him. He felt an overwhelming urge to cry. "It is called 'The Whomping Willow', it hides a passage way to an abandoned building in Hogsmeade. This is where you will transform. Our healer Poppy Pomfrey shall take you out an hour or two before the full moon and collect you in the morning and heal you -and trust me she's good at that. Is this alright with you?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yes, it's wonderful. Do people know …?" Remus asked curiously.

"The teachers have been informed yes, so they will why you are absent from classes. However I think it wise that the pupils do not know, we don't want any scared parents." Dumbledore laughed, trying to give light to the situation, however Remus felt uneasy at the fact that he could scare a grown adult. "Well, I mustn't let you stay up all night! Off to bed you go." Dumbledore smiled seeing Remus out of his office.

Remus walked down the stairs only to notice that Creevey was standing waiting on him, this made him smile.

"Is your name really Creevey?" Remus asked curiously.

"Nah, its Owen, but everyone calls me Creevey." He smiled as they walked back to the Gryffindor common room. Remus yawned as they walked through the corridor. "You tired?" Owen asked.

"Yes."

"It must be the excitement." Owen said with a knowing smile.