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Blood Chronicles

"Greyback specialized in children...Bite them young, he says, and raise them away from their parents, raise them to hate normal wizards"
-Remus Lupin, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, 334

What if, when Remus Lupin was bitten, Greyback stole him off into the middle of the night. What if he was never found. What if he never went to Hogwarts and never met three people that could change his life forever. What if he met one of them. Six years too late. This is that what if story.

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Blood Chronicles

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For an entire day they slept on undisturbed.

The other werewolves had learned to ignore Sirius, not that he was complaining about it. So when they finally awoke and left to join the others for dinner Sirius wasn't bothered when they didn't say a word to him. The two boys sat around the table, Greyback and a few of his inner circle boasted about their midnight kill.

When Greyback smirked and leaned across the table to inquire how Remus' night had gone the boy stood abruptly and left, food forgotten. Sirius trailed behind, munching on a ripe yellow apple he refused to leave behind.

"I hate him, hate him, hate him, hate him, hate him, I hate him!" he chanted over and over until they swept into the familiar den once more.

This place is becoming like my second home or something…after Hogwarts of course. Sirius thought and watched as his capture paced in a number of tight circles, turned sharply on his heal, and then punched the wall.

Some of the loose dirt crumbled to the floor and a deafening crack followed.

Remus jumped back as if stung and grasped at his limp and throbbing arm. All of his knuckles were broken and bloody. He cradled his arm and couldn't help it when a tear crept down his cheek. He bit his lip so as a sob would not join it.

"Damn, that hurt."

Sirius rolled his eyes, crossed the room and took Remus' hand in his own.

"No shit it hurt, Einstein," he muttered, turning his hand left and right to examine it. "You punched a solid wall."

"I know that," the tawny haired snapped in a chocked voice and ripped his hand away, wincing at the jerking motion.

"Someone needs some major anger management," Sirius muttered, hand reaching for his wand, only to come up empty again. "Right…I keep on forgetting about that little problem."

Remus shook his head mutely and, as if to prove it, drew it out of his back pocket. Sirius grinned at what Moody would say about that.

"You shouldn't keep that in your back pocket."

"Why?"

"Never mind…" he trailed off, eyes lingering on the twelve inch mahogany that had served him so well over the past seven years, as Remus slipped it back into his pocket.

He never knew how much he relied on it until it was gone and without it he felt so naked, so exposed, so vulnerable.

"You know, I have this wonderful counselor if you ever wanna talk about things."

Remus' head snapped up and the words 'you have got to be kidding me' were written all over his face. His face looked so genuine terrified that Sirius burst out laughing.

"Kidding! I'm just kidding!" he gasped and regained control of himself with a little bit of difficulty. "You should have seen the look on your face…I mean honestly, me? Go see a nut case who'll make me lie down and talk about my mother?"

Remus smiled sheepishly and something resembling a blush crept across his face. "Shut up, for a second there I thought I was bonded to some crazy fuck who needs metal help."

"I don't know about crazy, but I have heard that I'm a good fuck more than once."

Remus smacked him upside the head. His palm brushed over raven soft hair and he stumbled back with a yelp, holding onto his injured hand.

"Not something…I…cared to….know…" he gasped and broke off with a low whimper.

"Here let me-"

"No." Remus darted out of his reach.

"Look, if you'd just hold still I could fix that."

"So now you've got some kind of amazing healing powers?"

"No," Sirius sighed, running a hand through his hair. "But I do have magic."

Remus' eyes flew to his back pocket where he could just make out the tip of Sirius' wand.

"Yes, wand equals magic."

"Shut up, I'm not stupid."

"Then let me fix your damn hand already."

Remus bit his lip, gaze wavering from Sirius to the wand in his pocket to his broken and bleeding knuckles.

"How do I know I can trust you?"

"Dunno, but if you want those fixed then you're gonna have to."

"How do I know that as soon as I give you it you're not gonna kill me and do a runner?"

"Blood bond."

And upon saying those two words, Sirius knew without a shadow of a doubt that even with his wand that he wasn't going to get out anytime soon.

"You wont hurt me?"

It was then that Sirius finally looked up. He'd never head a voice sound that young and innocent before. Except once. He recognized it as his own voice. The voice he adopted in his father's study.

"Nah, I wont hurt you, but it may sting a bit."

"I think I can deal with a little stinging," he smiled weakly and then did something that Sirius never thought he'd do.

He handed over the twelve inch mahogany.

The moment he felt the familiar wood in the palm of his hand Sirius felt a magic like nothing comparable surge through his veins. He felt so happy that he was sure he could create the world's best Patronus. Sirius smiled. That didn't sound like too bad an idea.

One muttered incantation later and a great silver dog was galloping around the room, its paws skimming over the floor. Remus dove to the side in order to get out of its path and yelped when he caught his weight on his right hand.

The dog slowed to a stand still, lifted its head and bayed long and loud. Just as quickly as it had appeared, it vanished.

"What was that?" Remus growled, jerking his head to where the dog had just disappeared.

"Patronus," Sirius answered casually, twirling his wand between his fingers.

"What's that?"

"You don't know what a Patronus is?"

Remus shook his head. "No, I don't know much about magic. All I know is that…" he trailed off and shifted his weight form foot to foot uneasily.

"Is that?"

"Nothing."

"No, really, what?"

"But that's just it, I don't know anything about magic."

Sirius mulled that over for a second.

A wizard that doesn't know anything about magic?

"You are a wizard, aren't you?"

"I…think so. I've done it on accident before."

A wizard that doesn't know anything about magic?

"Here," he reached out, grabbed Remus by the wrist and yanked him forward. The werewolf flinched and bit his lip to prevent from crying out. "Sorry," Sirius muttered, running his wand over Remus' broken knuckles, healing them as it passed over them.

"Thanks." He flexed his fingers and shook out the last of the tingling feeling.

Sirius shrugged and gave Remus back the wand.

"You know, I expected you to hold on to this, and only give it up after one hell of a fight," his hand moved to pocket it once more when Sirius' hand shot out and grabbed his wrist again.

"I didn't give it to you just so you could put it away again," he snapped.

"Then why did you give it to me?" Remus asked coolly.

"You're holding it all wrong…here, like this." Sirius moved Remus' fingers to grasp the wand more firmly. "Now, what you want to do is keep a sharp wrist and use a swish and flick motion." He moved the wand to match his words. "Got that?"

"What are you-"

"You got that?"

"Yeah."

Sirius let go of his wrist and sat down on the bed of blankets, leaning back on his heels.

"Well, lets see it then."

Remus sat down in front of him, legs crossed and gave the wand an uncertain flick. Blue sparks shot out of the end and he dropped it as if shocked. Sirius rolled his eyes.

"I've seen first years better with a wand than you are-"

"I wouldn't doubt it," Remus growled, poking the fallen wand with his finger and then carefully picking it up after if issued no more sparks.

"Do it again."

"Why-"

"Do it again. Bit more confidence this time, more flow." Sirius demonstrated.

Remus gave it another flick, this one much cleaner then the last.

"Again."

This time Remus didn't even procrastinate, he flicked it again and Sirius was all over him in an instant, fixing his fingers and guiding his hand.

"Now try."

And so it went on. It took him ten minutes before he had it perfect enough for Sirius' liking.

"I don't know what you're playing at."

"Trying to teach you some magic."

Remus' head snapped up and he blinked twice, wand rotating slowly in his fingers.

"Why? You don't have to-"

"No, I don't, but I do need something to pass the time with."

"Glad I'm your entertainment," he said dryly, giving the wand another swish and flick movement.

"You should be honored."

"Don't mock me, I'm the one with the wand here," he snarled, red sparks cascading from every which way.

"Point?" Sirius asked coldly, one eyebrow arched. "It's not like you know how to use it."

A minute of silence. Sirius smirked, considered himself the winner of this battle of wits.

"What next?" Remus' voice lowered to a whisper.

"Drop the wand."

"What, why? No, look I'm sorry I-"

"Just do it."

Reluctantly Remus obeyed and the wand dropped into the folds of blankets between them.

"Now repeat after me." Sirius cleared his throat and Remus did the same. "Not that part, you idiot!"

"You said repeat after you-"

"Wingardium Leviosa."

Remus blinked twice and started back at Sirius.

"Gazoontite."

"No," he groaned, palming his forehead. "Say the incantation."

"What incantation?"

"Wingardium Leviosa."

"Oh-"

"Not oh! Wing-"

"Wingardium Leviosa."

Sirius could breathe more easily, at least they were getting somewhere now.

"Say it again."

"Why-"

"Do you want to learn or not?"

Remus' mouth snapped shut and he repeated the incantation again. Sirius corrected his pronunciation and told him to say it again. He did. And Sirius had to set him right again. Remus groaned, leaned forward and hid his face in his hands.

"I'm too stupid, I can't do this. This is such a waste of time. Even if I could, what's the point? I can't do magic. I was never meant to do magic-"

"Don't say that."

Remus peered though a crack in his fingers at where Sirius sat across from him.

"It's true."

"No, it's not," he sighed.

"Yeah it is."

"Do you wanna know a secret?" Remus shrugged, closing the crack in his fingers, blocking the light and Sirius out. In some ways they were two of the same.

"Not sure if I could keep it."

"I said the same thing."

"You can't keep a secret either?"

"Not that, about not being able to do magic."

"But you can," Remus said slowly, raising his head out of his hands.

Sirius grinned and summoned his wand wordlessly to his palm.

"How'd you-"

"So can you." He held out the wand and nudged it into Remus' slack hand. "Now just put everything together."

On his third time, Remus had his pillow floating around the room.

"What'd I tell you? And you said you couldn't do it," Sirius said, lying on his back beside Remus on the bed of blankets and watching the pillow glide lazily and do loop-de-loops in mid air.

"What can I say, you're not a bad teacher."

"And you don't make for too bad a student."

"Who said I was your student?"

"You did when you called me your teacher."

"I called you 'a teacher' not 'my teacher'."

"Same difference."

And that was when the pillow fell to the floor and it became every man for himself when Remus tackled Sirius and smacked him in the face with the pillow.

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