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Prompt from tigergirl-moonstar: Love story based on Remus and Sirius how they got together and their relationship how it was meant to be without Voldemort and sent to Azkaban
What do you guys think Harry's Marauder name should be?
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Chapter 2
Remus
I woke up the next morning in one of Lily and James' spare rooms. They always had them made up, just in case Sirius and I came round and it got too late to leave. It was nice being able to sleep on something soft, especially as the full moon drew closer. It would be three days of pain and blood...
The first day was always the worst.
As, I rubbed my hands over my face, they caught on the scars. They were the first things people saw when they looked at me - the scars. In my life, I had many people - muggles and wizarding folk alike - ask me if I was being abused. Rumours had spread around Hogwarts like wildfire, people whispering about what they heard of how I got my scars. Some speculated that I inflicted them on myself. They were the closest to the right answer, of course - they just didn't know I wasn't fully myself when it happened. I loathed my scars. I loathed the wolf. I loathed myself.
There were times, after the moon cycle had passed, I would wonder what would happen if people found out about me. If they found out they had sat next to a werewolf in class, if they had fought side-by-side with a werewolf against Voldemort. Would they say I was obviously working for the other side? Would they decide I was a danger to our society? I would have my wand snapped, if the wrong person found out!
All I could hope for was, one day, there would be equality for my kind. That we wouldn't be viewed as cruel beings. That we wouldn't be judged as a whole, but as individuals. One day...
Sirius and Harry seemed to be the only other two awake in the house, the two of them in the living room when I finally went downstairs. Sirius, over the recent years, had become an early riser, a habit that he hadn't been able to break as of yet. Of course, this was great when it came to Harry and letting James and Lily have the morning off.
Sirius was laying down in the middle of the room, Harry sitting on his stomach with his fingers in his mouth. The boy was just babbling, making random little noises as he sat there, jumping slightly as his pitch rose and fell... All the while, Sirius just watched him, contributing to the conversation every now and then with a 'really', 'what happened next', 'did they' and a 'well, that's not good, is it'. Sure, the kid had no idea what was being said - he was only a baby after all - but it was all just a bit of fun. Whom it was most fun for, though, I didn't know!
"Look Bambi, Uncle Moony's awake!" Sirius grinned, carefully standing with the boy in his arms.
"Bambi? Really?" I chuckled, taking Harry from his crazy Godfather.
"He's a baby, James' animagus is a stag... It makes sense. I've been calling him that, in my head, ever since we found out Lily was pregnant."
Even as I rolled my eyes, I couldn't keep myself from smiling. Sirius had always had a way of making that happen - no matter what mood I was in, he could always make me laugh or smile. They'd all discovered that halfway through our first year. As soon as one little thing went wrong, as soon as I was feeling just a little bit bad, Sirius would come barrelling in and somehow make it better. I never realised that they were doing this until we were on the train, heading back for our third year.
"Besides, he's a Marauder. He needs a codename." Sirius added, rubbing his hand gently down the back of Harry's head.
"So you're going to call him Bambi for the rest of his life?" I asked, sceptically.
"What's your suggestion then?"
"Well, we could wait until we know what his patronus is - base it off of that. Or, if you're really set on it being stag related, how about: Hart or Silverdeer, I don't know!"
Sirius just laughed as he put an arm around my shoulders, steering me towards the kitchen. It felt as if we were back at our place, nothing to do and just taking our time. He thrust a cup into my hand, mindful of the hot liquid, just like he would at home, taking the charm off of the cup before I could even blink. It had become a routine for us - whoever woke up first made coffee for the other, placing a charm on the cup to keep it hot until they appeared. It was a habit, something that we had carried over to Lily and James'.
"He's a bit young to be a Marauder, don't you think?" I asked, carefully sipping at the hot liquid as I balanced Harry on my hip.
"You are never too young to be a Marauder." Sirius declared, his eyes wide.
Rolling my eyes slightly, I sat down in the nearest chair, balancing Harry on the table in front of me, the cup as far away as I could place it from him. As I kept hold of the baby in front of me, I watched as he rocked himself back and forth, the force strong enough to almost propel him off of the table. I didn't know why this surprised me - Lily was freakishly strong for someone as petite as her. I mean, she had managed to break a far few bones, no magic used - of course it would be passed on to her child!
"Isn't Uncle Moony silly, Harry." Sirius sighed, moving to stand behind me.
"I'm not 'Uncle Moony'." I told him.
"Ugh, fine, Uncle Remus then."
"It's just Remus."
And he stopped.
And he moved.
And he looked.
Sirius sat down in the chair to the right of me, his expression blank and his eyes hard. The only time I ever saw that look was when it came to crucial situations - when they found out I was a werewolf; deciding to become an animagus; being James' Best Man... Only when something important come up did he get that look.
"It's not just Remus. You're Harry's Uncle, just as much as I am." Sirius told me, his voice low. "James and Lily have never corrected me when I called you that - they've called you his Uncle too! You, me and James have been best friends since we were eleven. Eleven, Remus! James only ever had his parents before Hogwarts - I rarely got to see him. We were his first friends, just like we were yours and you two were mine. The three of us are closer than friends - James actually calls us his brothers! So, yes, you are Harry's Uncle. It may not be through blood, it may not be official, but you are his Uncle."
I don't think anyone would have known how to reply to that.
It was strange. Having nothing to do, not having to worry about whether we would live to see tomorrow, just doing nothing... It had been years since we had the chance to relax and not stress out about what was coming next.
None of us knew what to do with ourselves and it had only been eleven days!
A lot of twenty one year olds were probably out getting drunk, having fun, not realising that people they may have known could have died. And all because one person wanted to decide how our society was run. It was a miracle that we had managed to put an end to the threat so quickly...
"Dumbledore wants the Order to meet tomorrow." Lily mused, walking into the living room as she read a letter. "He wants to check in with everyone, I guess."
"We'll should take Harry." James said, lifting Harry above his head. "Frank and Alice might bring Neville."
"I got word that Arthur and Molly will be there - they're bringing all six kids. Little Ron's Harry's age." Sirius told us. "Molly's close to popping again too."
"Maybe they'll finally have that little girl." I chuckled.
Though Arthur and Molly hadn't been part of the Order - technically - many of us still thought of them as members. The only reason they didn't join in the first place was because they had six kids already - what was going to happen if one of them got hurt? At least Lily and James had Sirius and I to look after Harry if something had gone wrong.
"I suppose it would be good for Harry to make some friends." Lily smiled, watching her husband and son. "At least he'll know a few people at Hogwarts."
"Can we please let the boy get to his first, birthday before there's talk of Hogwarts?" James laughed, turning to Harry as he continued to speak. "Next she'll be planning your wedding and how many kids you're going to have."
"I've already decided he's having, at least, two kids and the colours for his wedding are red and gold."
The fact Lily was so serious about it made it funnier, in my opinion. On the one hand, I could see this being a complete joke, something she was actually very good at doing - her pranks on James could rival those we played on the Slytherins. On the other hand, she could be completely serious... You could never tell with that woman.
It was a little strange sometimes, just thinking of how Lily and James used to be at school. Some thought they would never get together, they were too different. Surprisingly, they weren't as different as everyone thought. Lily could be just as conniving and childish, whilst James could be just as mature and responsible. They were words I would never thought I would associate with either of them, but it was true.
Sirius and I did end up leaving the three Potters in peace. We left sometime after lunch, letting them have some quite time - or as much as they could with an almost ten month old baby - before we were surrounded by the Order in the morning. We didn't live too far away, managing to get a house in Godric's Hollow, close enough to the edge of the village for the full moon. A wood was practically behind the house, which was perfect for my transformations, especially since we found a cave-like hideout deep enough to keep me away from innocent people. Every month, like clockwork, Sirius, James and I would make the journey out into the woods and one, or both, of them always had to carry me home.
It was a nice little place, similar to James' and Lily's. It was weird having our own rooms, especially after sharing one for our seven years at Hogwarts. Some nights, when we couldn't sleep, we would both go down into the living room and sit by the fire and talk, just like we did back at Hogwarts.
"I miss Hogwarts." I sighed to myself, hanging my jacket on a hook by the door.
"Really? You miss getting homework and dealing with Snivellus?" Sirius snorted, slinging his arm around my shoulders.
"I just miss how things used to be. Before the war. Back when things were alright."
Instead of arguing, because I knew he missed it too, Sirius just pulled me closer to his side as we walked further into our home.
The walls were covered in pictures from our time at Hogwarts. No picture had Peter in them, magic being our helping hand with that. It was somewhat sad that we had to do that, but it needed to be done... Peter wasn't, couldn't, be one of us anymore. No matter how much we wished differently. We had pictures from every year, from every stage of our friendship, from every summer shared. They were reminders of who we were, of how we had grown, of how we had become what we were. Whenever a full moon was near, whenever I had come back from a full moon, whenever I was feeling sad, all I had to do was look at the pictures and I felt...right. I had copies of every single photo and more, all of them placed in a scrap book, dated with a little comment underneath them, just so I could remember what was going on and how it felt.
I kept Peter in mine.
I needed that little reminder that he wasn't always bad. He wasn't always a coward. Once, he used to be one of my best friends, one of my first three friends. I needed to remember that. I needed to remember that he was once a good man.
"Maybe you could talk to Dumbledore, see if you can work there?" Sirius suggested. "He'd definitely give you a job at the school if you wanted it!"
"As much as I love the idea, I doubt parents would take kindly to a werewolf teaching their children." I sighed, smiling sadly. "Even if they don't know, there'll be about a week where I don't teach them each month, so someone will figure it out."
"One day, it'll happen! I can see it now - Professor R.J. Lupin teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts."
"It would be great if it did. That's practically my dream job."
Sirius grinned, moving his arm from around my shoulders so he could stand in front of me, hands placed on my arms. I hadn't seen his smile so wide since the day he turned sixteen, knowing he could legally get away from his 'family'.
"It will happen, Moons. I know it will!" Sirius insisted. "Even if I have to beg the old man myself, you will teach at that school! You will be the best damn teacher they have and all the kids will love you. I can even be your assistant!"
"I would love that, Pads." I chuckled. "Thank you."
Sirius said nothing, just pulling me in for a hug before asking if I wanted a cuppa.
Even though I knew I would never be able to teach at Hogwarts, it was something I had dreamed of doing. Ever since our first Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson, ever since I first helped the guys with the homework set for us from that lesson, that's all I could think about. All I aspired to be.
I was nice to dream.
What do you guys think Harry's Marauder name should be?
JUST SO YOU KNOW: I will be slow at updating - I have other multi-chapters I'm writing and some take longer to write than others, so I won't be as regular as I or you want :( I'm sorry, but I'll try my best!
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