A/N: this is my first fanfiction, so sorry if it sucks. I will be updating at least twice a week, so hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer- I DO NOT own harry potter…yet. If I did, Sirius would have never died…

CHAPTER ONE: THE HOGWARTS EXPRESSS

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-Harry's POV-

Harry sat down beside his friends in the end compartment on the Hogwarts express the night after he blew up his aunt. Hermione appeared to be quite… upset with harry for his outburst, no matter how many times Harry explained to her that he did not blow her up on purpose.

When the trio entered the compartment, they noticed a sleeping man opposite them. The man was wearing what seemed to be very old, worn-out robes and had numerous scars covering his face. His hair was a dirty blonde, and he smelled distantly like… chocolate.

He looks surprisingly familiar, Harry thought, as he observed the silent man

"Who's that?" Ron questioned abruptly, snapping Harry out of his musings.

"Professor R.J. Lupin," responded Hermione.

Ron stared at her with an expression one could only describe as annoyed.

"Yeah?" Ron asked, rolling his eyes, " and how exactly did you know that," then, without pausing for her response, he turned to Harry and inquired, "How is it she knows everything?"

Harry just shrugged. He couldn't shake off the sensation that he felt as he studied the sleeping man because he was convinced he had at least seen the man before.

"It's on his case," Hermione replied quickly, acknowledging Ron's question.

Harry glanced at where Hermione was pointing and followed her finder to the suitcase up in the compartment's storage section.

Professor R.J. Lupin

Lupin… sounds familiar.

But why?

I certainly didn't meet him at the Dursleys, and I can't imagine meeting him at Hogwarts, as I would have remembered him…

"Why, if it isn't little potty, the mudblood and the weasel," snapped a voice from the compartment entry.

Harry whirled around to notice Draco Malfoy standing between the door of the compartment.

"Just go away, Malfoy," Ron said, all but snarling at the newcomer

Draco directed his attention to Ron, "Heard your mother got her Hands on some money this summer. Did she die of shock?"

"Shut up, Malfoy," Harry warned, his patience already becoming thin with the blond teenager.

Draco seemed like he would make some other remark, but he stopped almost instantly when he saw who was sleeping in the corner.

"Who's that?" Draco asked, observing the man.

Harry smirked. If there was one thing that would shut Malfoy up, it would be a professor.

"New professor, why?" Harry questioned innocently, watching as Draco's eyes became wide with awareness and a trace of hesitation.

Without another word, Malfoy turned on his heel and strutted out of the compartment.

"I'm not taking any more crap from Malfoy this year." Ron declared, determined, "If he insults my mother one more time, I'm going to grab his head and- "

"Careful!" Hermione cut him off, motioning to the sleeping professor.

"Well, he's sleeping, isn't he?" Ron asked as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"yes, but that doesn't mean that he'll stay that way," Hermione answered.

Just then, the food trolley proceeded down the aisle.

"Should we wake him?" Ron questioned, sparing a glimpse at the professor, "He looks like he needs to eat. In fact, he kind of looks like how you looked when we broke you out of your aunt and uncle's house last year."

"What does he mean by that?" Hermione urged, snapping her eyes over to Harry

Harry glowered at Ron, making him cringe.

Obviously, Ron had forgotten that Hermione didn't know about last summer's events.

"er- "Harry stammered out, ultimately caving at Hermione's sharp look, "you know how I told you about how I met dobby? About how he apprated to my aunt and uncle's home and tried to keep me from going to Hogwarts last year?"

Hermione nodded, wondering where exactly this conversation was headed.

"Well, I may have left a few… minor details out", Harry uttered softly, glancing at Hermione, growing anxious at her stare. "Once I told Dobby that I would, in fact, be going to Hogwarts, against his wishes, he dropped a cake on my uncles' boss, most likely assuming I would be grounded or something, and they would keep me from going." Harry winced at the recollection.

"Harry," Hermione began noticing Harry's nervous appearance, "what did your aunt and uncle do to you?"

"Not much." Harry asserted a little too hastily.

Ron looked at Harry in confusion,

"Harry," he addressed, looking at harry a bit weirdly, pointedly neglecting Harrys pleading stare, urging him to not say anything else in front of Hermione, "If you call being locked in a room with bars on the windows, being starved, having Hedwig trapped in a cage, and nearly getting your ankle torn off by your uncle when we came to get you 'not a big deal, then there is clearly something wrong with you."

"I'm sorry- "Harry began but was cut off by Hermione,

"HARRY POTTER! IF YOU DARE APOLOGISE, THEN- "Hermione paused when she noticed Harry recoil, and rather of shouting at him, she drew him in for a tight hug.

Harry and Ron glanced at each other in confusion over her shoulder, both sharing a look that could only be defined as "girls are weird" before a chill breeze swept over the train.

"What happened?" Ron asked, seeing that the train halted.

The lights on the train abruptly went out as ice crept up the windows.

Harry felt the unexpected need to seek warmth, before looking at Ron, who had gone ghastly pale, pointing at something at the compartment opening.

"w-w-what's t-t-that?" He stuttered out.

Harry followed his gaze to a hooded form in the doorway. Harry felt a surge of coldness flow over him as he began to feel weak and a bit dizzy.

It became harder and harder for him to breathe, but he, for some reason, couldn't call out for help.

Shortly, Harry passed out.

A baby, Harry, was lying on a couch with his Uncle Padfoot and his Dad as his uncle moony entered the room.

" What the Hell!" uncle moony yapped furiously as he marched into the room.

"el," Harry repeated.

The man, uncle padfoot began laughing his head off, uncle moony was frozen, and his dad looked horrified.

"Can-can your-repeat that for us cub?" His dad questioned gently while picking Harry up.

"el-el- HELL!" Harry yelled. His dad looked terrified at the Marauders and said,

"Lily's going to kill us!" this ended uncle Padfoot's laughter, snapping uncle moony back into his terrified stupor, and James just gawked at harry.

Lily strolled into the room only to hear her son holler, "Hell!"

Lily was furiously glowering at the group before screeching, "YOU THREE HAVE THREE SECONDS TO RUN BEFORE I HEX YOU INTO THE AFTERLIFE FOR CORRUPTING MY CHILD! ONE- "

the three men shot out of all directions, "TWO" harry yelled his new word out again, "THREE."

Harry felt a sharp sting on the side of his face.

Before he could process the cause of the sudden pain, he felt a slap to his other cheek and cracked open his eyes, wheezing for air.

He peered around the compartment, recognizing Ron standing over him. Harry suspected Ron to have been the one to slap him.

"Ouch, Ron, that hurt!" Harry yelled, rubbing his face

.

Harry looked once again around the compartment, now that his vision cleared up a little. Standing alongside Ron was Hermione, who was staring at the younger boy in concern. Next to Hermione was Professor Lupin.

Wait

Professor Lupin looked… familiar

Harry reflected back on his dream and glanced back up to the professor, studying his face. Everything lined up flawlessly. The same golden-brown eyes, the same scars decorating his face, the same dirty blonde hair-

THAT'S why the man looked so familiar.

This man was Harry's Uncle Moony.

Moony is Professor Lupin! But no- he can't be.

If the professor really was moony, then why didn't he ever come to check on him at the Dursleys'?

His uncle moony wouldn't abandon him.

...would he?

Harry looked around to notice his professor staring down at him with concern.

"Are you okay, Cu- Harry?" asked the tall man.

He almost called me 'Cub,' so it must be moony.

Harry gazed at the professor, their eyes locked.

"I'm fine, professor," Harry affirmed.

He was still disoriented. If the man indeed did abandon him, he wasn't sure how to feel.