Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. They are J.K.Rowling's creation. I just corrupt them to my fancy.
Rating: M just to be safe and it will go in the M area later on
Summery: A story about Remus' days at Hogwarts starting at day one. It will mostly be about him and Sirius. It will be Slashed in later years. Will contain Slash if you do not like slash do not read.
A/N: I want to thank everyone who read and reviewed
Phases 1.23
James wrote letters to his friends inviting them over. He hoped they could all come. His parents were more than happy to have them over. He set aside a week next month. James decided he better start cleaning his room.
Peter received James letter and promptly replied yes. He started to pack for his stay at the Potter's.
Remus received his letter and checked his calendar. He would not be able to attend as the full moon was that week. He regretfully sent his reply to James. He claimed that relatives were visiting that week and he needed to stay. He wished James had chosen different week. He was already bored having read all his books. He played with his pendant and wrote Edwina another letter. He missed Hogwarts and his friends.
Sirius was miserable. He had been home a total of three days and he already was planning his escape. He didn't know how far he would get on 5 galleons but it was worth a try. He wrote Edwina, James, Remus and Peter almost daily. Uncle Alphard was still unable to take him in and he couldn't go to James' yet. He had been delighted to get the invitation but still had to suffer here for another month.
Sirius stayed in his room. He tried to avoid the hateful looks he received from his family. Even his younger brother was in on the hate Sirius campaign. The wretched house elf Kreacher brought him his meals. But Sirius was bored of his room and decided to venture into his family's library. He must really miss Remus – he was going to find a book to read.
Their library was filled with numerous bookshelves filled with books. The room had a black leather sofa with matching chair. A large mahogany desk sat in front of the room's large picture window. He scanned the various titles trying to find one that wasn't too horrid.
Many of the books were too awful. They were filled with gruesome moving pictures of curse victims. Others will all about the greatness of being pureblood. He was about to give up when he spotted a book. It was sticking out from behind several other books. He took it off the shelf; it was 'Hairy Snout, Human Heart'. It was by an anonymous author and Newt Scamander called it "a heart rendering account of one werewolf's battle with lycanthropy." He took the book back to his room. Werewolves were on his mind a lot lately.
He sat on his bed and opened the book.
"After having read so many erroneous books on lycanthropy I decided to tell my tale and hopefully dispel many of the myths."
Sirius knew he had to give the book a chance.
"When I was bitten my whole world changed. I found myself competing with the wolf daily. The wolf wanted to take control. It was a constant struggle. I noticed that my senses were enhanced. Most drastic was the fact that my eye colour had changed as well. Most werewolves have eye colour that ends up in the spectrum of steel blue, amber, and red. Red is extremely rare, most fall in the steel blue variety."
Sirius was intrigued by the book. He could not stop reading.
"I suffered agonizing nightmares almost nightly. It was hard to maintain friends that were accepting of my condition. Many were scared away by my agility and strength. I found solace in the woods. I ran with the creatures of the forest. I could see thestrals for the first time in my life and only feared the young unicorns. Society thought I was dangerous and needed to be caged, I found my freedom within the forest."
Sirius read the whole book in one sitting. He thought about Timothy and how hard it must have been for someone so young. He gained a new respect for the Letcher's. His thoughts turned to Remus and his mother. It had to be hard on him having a werewolf for a mother.
But suddenly his mind flashed images of Remus.
Remus eating tons of food and not gaining any weight.
Remus finding the kitchens and knowing when he was around.
Remus wrestling with him.
Remus seeing thestrals.
Remus being afraid of the unicorn.
Remus biting into a silver sickle.
The full moon when Remus was supposed to be in the hospital wing.
The letters from his mum.
Remus' fatigue when he returned.
His scars.
The one scar he hid.
How could he have been so blind? Remus' mum wasn't a werewolf, it was Remus. It's so obvious now. Even his name suggests his affliction. He even tended to growl a lot.
Sirius' eyes widened as it finally hit him how his conversation about the Letcher's was so very, very wrong. No wonder Remus distanced him self. What an arse Sirius had been.
He wanted to write Remus and tell him that he knew that it was alright. It was Remus he was talking about. Remus was the nicest person he knew. So what if he was a werewolf.
What if he was wrong? He needed to be sure. He needed to gather evidence to make sure he was correct. Cassie would be proud, he actually thought something through.
Sirius went back to the library gathering every book that dealt with werewolves. He wanted to know everything there was to know about them.
Sirius couldn't wait to see Remus again.
TBC and thus concludes year one...