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 Sorry this is late the holidays were hectic beyond belief and I am in the process of getting rid of the flu. This chapter, though many may fin dull is needed to set up somethings in year 4.

Phases 2.15

Remus sat in the great hall along with his fellow marauders. The entire school had been summoned, why they did not know. Theories were forming like wildfire. They ranged from the mundane; Dumbledore giving a speech about Filch's rules, to extreme, caustic potions overflowing in the dungeons and the school needs to be closed.

Somehow, Remus did not think either was correct.

The hall fell silent as Dumbledore entered and took his place at the head table. He was smiling from ear to ear. Remus could hear warning bells going off, the Headmaster looked too happy.

"I would like to thank you all for waiting patiently. I have a rather fascinating announcement to make." He paused to see the inquisitive expressions of the students' faces.

"Professor Paschal and I have decided that each house will be participating in a 'talent' show. This includes plays, poetry recitals, musical performances and art. I expect everyone to take part in this. It will be fun, a way to have some fun with the other houses." Dumbledore ignored the mutters of protest.

"Your heads of house will be there to assist you in anyway they can. Now, I suggest everyone get started, good day." With one last smile he left the great hall.

Once he left, chaos erupted.

"What the bloody hell is he thinking?"

"I'm not going to do it!"

"It'll be fun to see what the other houses come up with."

"Dumbledore is off his rocker!"

"What is the old fool playing at?"

Remus, Sirius, James and Peter just listened and smiled. They enjoyed watching the panic, granted it would have been a hundred times better if they had caused the panic and distress.

"I can't believe we have to do this." Peter said as they headed back to the common room.

"It could be worse."

"James, we don't even know what it is that we will be subjected to." Sirius really didn't care what it was they had to do, as long as they were better than the Slytherins.

"I just hope we don't have to do a bloody musical." Remus' eyes were wide with horror.

"Aww come on Remus, you know you can't wait to get up on stage in front of everyone. You can show the whole school your amazing talents." Sirius smirked.

"Shut it you wanker. I have no desire to perform for anyone. When is this supposed to take place?" Remus was quickly trying to do the math.

"That's true you may luck out. Your furry little problem may save you from song and dance." James patted him on the shoulder.

"I can only hope that for once it helps me out." Remus somehow did not think Dumbledore would schedule it near a full moon.

The common room was a buzz with excitement. They sat down in front of the fire and waited to hear their fate. It seemed the seventh years were in control. They had already assigned themselves with the chore of musical entertainment. Sixth years were going to have an art show. Fifth and fourth years were going to perform works from various wizard writers. First and second years had the task of pulling off Macbeth.

"Did we do anything to piss off the seventh years?" Remus asked.

"Not that I can think of." James looked puzzled.

"Well we did accidentally get Dean and his friends covered in green slime. But they were just in the wrong place at the wrong time." Sirius laughed at the visual.

"Oh that was brilliant, granted it was meant for Snivellus and his cronies, but brilliant none the less." James joined in Sirius' laughter. In reflection maybe they shouldn't have laughed so much and apologized – sincerely.

"Well there you go. That is why they have decided to give first and second years Macbeth to perform – Macbeth!"

"What's wrong with it? You read it last year." Sirius started to flip through the pages of the play, "seems I am going to be McDuff."

"I happen to be a stupid git of a bookworm, as you so elegantly put it. I read it, and I will probably be one of the only ones that can understand it." Remus' brow was furrowed in aggravation. He foresaw himself explaining Macbeth to everyone. He would have to get Dean back for this.

"What's a thane?" Peter asked as he skimmed the play.

"No bloody clue, but I get to play the main character." James grinned.

"A thane is a feudal lord or baron of Scotland. James Macbeth dies." Remus sighed.

"When the hurly-burly's done, what the hell does that mean?" Peter burst out as he read a random passage.

"It means when the noise of battle is over, you really need to read it in context."

"Well tell us the story Remus, you know you want to." Sirius smirked; he knew how much Remus loved to hear himself talk – especially about books.

"To start it was written by William Shakespeare. It is one of the shortest and bloodiest plays."

"Excellent – a bloody violent play, perfect for us," James thought this play could be interesting.

"Blood is everywhere in this play. It is symbolic of guilt and how it stains the conciseness. The major theme is about corrupting power of unchecked ambition." Remus had his friends' attention. He shook his head and continued.

"Macbeth is a Scottish general. He is led astray by the three witches. They tell him of a prophecy and he sets out to fulfill it. He is a brave and powerful man, but not a virtuous one. He is easily tempted into murder. After he kills the king, murder becomes easy to him. In time his conscience takes its toll. Sorry James, Macbeth isn't a hero." He patted James on the shoulder, as James was muttering ways to get back at Dean. A Gryffindor should never have to play an evil role.

"Sorry mate, you'll just have to show that Gryffindor courage and play the part. Hey you have a wife in this –all the more reason to hex Dean into next week." Sirius was already envisioning Dean and his friends with green skin and pink hair.

"Yes, Lady Macbeth is the wife. She is the one who pushes him into killing the king. She lusts for power and will do anything to attain it. She is overcome by her guilt, her part in these murders and sees her hands stained with blood. Blood that will never wash out, she can't take it and kills herself."

"I wonder who is playing her." Peter asked as he scanned the common room.

"It's Lily Evans." Remus motioned towards the fiery redhead.

Sirius burst out laughing. "She would be a perfect lady Macbeth. She could force anyone into anything."

"Wanker," James said as he punched Sirius in the shoulder.

"We also have McDuff a Scotsman and a nobleman. He is hostile towards Macbeth's claiming of the crown. He leads a crusade against Macbeth and vows to place the rightful king on the throne. He is also very pissed off at the killing of his wife and son and vows revenge. Sorry Sirius but McDuff kills Macbeth."

"Well Macbeth is an evil git and needs to be stopped." Sirius dodged the incoming fist.

"The three witches are the central to the story. Peter and I will be playing two of them. They play upon a person's ambition like a puppeteer. They are written with humorous speech, yet, they are the most dangerous. They toy with people, for fun."

"It does sound interesting, but I feel it is more of a Slytherin play." Peter stated.

"It's a great story, you just need to read it and give it a chance." Remus was pretty sure he had won them over.

"I still don't understand the language. It doesn't sound anything like what you described." James threw the book down in frustration.

"I can read it to you if you want. I can also explain as I read it."

"That would be great Remus." James moved to sit next to Remus.

Remus settled in front of the fire and began to read Macbeth to his friends. Before he knew it, the rest of the common room was sitting around him. Everyone listening to every word Remus read.

TBC...