Author's Note: The characters that belong to JK Rowling belong to JK Rowling

Thanks to SilverWind for the help proofreading, and my brother for miscellaneous stuff.

Chapter 1: The Boy Wolf, The Boy Wizard

"Remus, we've got great news!" Came the voice of a mother.

"What?" Responded a boy. He was standing in his sitting room, looking out a great window at the forest.

"There's going to be a new headmaster at Hogwarts this year. He's going to reverse your denial!" Remus suddenly perked up.

"What? How? Have they found a cu-" His mother shook her head.

"They're going to accommodate for a secret safe-house for you. You're going to be at Hogwarts!"

About one year later, Arthur Potter looked over his morning paper. The sound of mail coming through the slot startled him. His son James, however, seemed to take no notice. He was lying on the couch, eyes open, looking quite sullen.

"James, why don't you fetch the mail? You could've gotten it today." His father said, with a great smile in attempts to cheer his son up. James got up, his black, untidy hair sticking straight into the air.

"Doubt it." His father did too, though he didn't show it. It had been much farther into the summer than when he got his letter. But his father was ever hopeful.

"Now James, don't say that...maybe there was a delay-"

"Oh, come off it, Dad. I haven't so much as made a speck of dust hover, why should they send me anything?" James crossed his arms.

"Just because you don't show it doesn't mean you're not a wizard! You're probably just slow to learn. Once you get a wand in your hand and have a few lessons, you'll be as good a wizard as any. Now, go fetch the mail." Mr. Potter said authoritatively, returning the paper to his face. James humphed, and headed out of the room, his feet hitting the floor a little harder than usual. He made his way towards the foyer, where the mail lay on the floor, and picked it up.

Bills...bills...ah, a letter from Sirius. James immediately recognized his handwriting. James chuckled. Only he would write 'Comfy Bedroom' as a part of the address. He cheered up for a moment; letters from Sirius usually had that effect on him. But then he thought, this would probably be all about him going to that school...He sighed and walked back into the room where his father was reading the paper, flopping the bills down on the table in front of him, then sitting back down on the couch.

"What's that? Is it from Hogwarts?"

"No," James replied scathingly "just a post from Sirius."

"Ah...well, it will come...eventually..." Mr. Potter trailed off, hopefully.

"Sure, sure." James nodded absentmindedly, ripping the seal off the back of his letter, throwing it aside. He started. Why would Sirius put a seal on his letter? Ah, well, James thought, he's such goofball....

He slipped out the contents, which, rather than a piece of paper, were two pieces of parchment. "Wha-" But he soon realized what it was. His father had screamed, picking up the seal, and James had opened one of the pieces of parchment. It read:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL

of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

-

UNIFORM

First-year students will require:

Three sets of plain work robes (black) One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide) One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)

Please note it is requested that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags

James, however, had only read the first portion. He realized what it was, and grabbed the other piece of parchment. "'Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," James read aloud. His father was in tears now. "Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore, Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorcerer, Chief Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confederation of Wizards.'" James looked up at his father for a moment, as if to ask what a mugwump is, but he was too excited, and put his head back down, and continued reading.

"'Dear Mister Potter, we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, blah blah blah, term begins September 1!'" He looked up, then jumped into his father's arms.

"Haha! I knew it! I knew you'd be a wizard!" Mr. Potter said jumping up and down, just like his son.

"I have to...send to Sirius...get my things...start learning-"

"James, first we'll need to send a reply saying you'll be coming-what does it say at the end of the letter?" James looked down.

"'We await your owl by no later than July 31. Yours sincerely, Byron V. Scuro, Deputy Headmaster.' Wow, Dad! I can't believe it!"

"Alright, I'll send the letter to Hogwarts with Donnel, meanwhile, you can send a post to Sirius, to tell him and ask him if he'll come with us to Diagon Alley to get your things!"

"Can I use Eille?"

"You can have your own! But of course for now, yes, use Eille!" Mr. Potter said, his excitement still visible. The two of headed to the attic where the owls lived. James began to write one immediately to attach to Eille, a big barn owl. He quickly scribbled onto a piece of parchment:

Dear Sirius,

I've just gotten my letter from Hogwarts! Now we'll be together! My dad wants to know if you want to come to Diagon with us today, I know you've already gotten your things, but we'll visit the ice cream shop or something. Want to come? Please do!

James

James quickly attached the letter, and sent Eille off, watching it go along the rows of houses. With that, they headed downstairs, to wait for Sirius's reply, Mr. Potter returning to his paper, Harry reading his supply list over and over again.

When Eille arrived fifteen minutes later, James jumped up, ripped the reply out of its beak, and carefully read it.

Dear James,

That's great! I can't believe it! I really did think you wouldn't get it, but I guess I was wrong. Sure, I'd love to come, I'll be at your house soon!

Sirius

And it seemed Sirius had followed Eille quickly. In a few moments Sirius was at his doorstep, and James saw the Black's muggle-car pull away. Sirius Black was as tall as James, and shaggy, fine hair was all over his head, messy as James's, though not nearly as eager to stand up for company.

"Hiya, James!" James responded in like as Mr. Potter came into the foyer.

"Excellent," said Mr. Potter, rubbing his hands together, "By floo then?" With that Sirius and James followed Mr. Potter to the fireplace in the family room, and did as he did, grabbing a handful of the powder.

"Now, Sirius, you know how to go by floo?"

"O'course, Mr. Potter!"

"And you know it, of course, James?" He simply nodded.

"Great! Sirius, why don't you go first?" With that Sirius threw the powder into the newly lit flames, stepped in, and yelled-

"Diagon Alley!" With that said, he flew off, feeling a rush of wind through his hair, tucking his body in as far as he could, to make sure he didn't hit anything. He landed softly in another fireplace, and, stepping out, realized he was in Flourish and Blotts, the wizard schoolbook store. Sirius looked around, spotting the books he'd purchased a week ago. He heard a 'thwumpf' and turned around to see James smiling and stepping out. In a few more moments Mr. Potter stepped out from the large fireplace.

"Well, since we're already here, you two can go about finding James's books, I'll go get some gold from the vault, and we'll meet back here, okay?" They nodded. With a swish of a cloak, and a jingle of a bell, he had left James Potter and Sirius Black alone in a shop.

Remus Lupin, rather weary looking, sat grumpily at his dining room table. Despite his very tired look, it was also obvious he was wealthy. He had perfectly trimmed, silky brown hair, his robes were of the finest class.

"Quunquam?" Immediately, a small, pink elf appeared at the boy's side.

"Some juice, then?" The elf nodded silently, and scampered off.

"Do you know what today is?" The boy asked himself. "Today is-or rather tonight is the full moon. You know what that means Remus? It means you'll be doing it again. Boarded up, in the basement, losing your mind to that of a wolf's." A tear came to his eye, as he sighed and put his head in his hands. "It hurts so much!" Remus was now crying outright. He pounded the table and screamed,

"I'll die like this! I'll die a crummy werewolf! Just because when I was younger, younger and dumber, I had to go off and wander into a forest!" He pounded his fist on the table a few more times. "Why, Remus? Why did you have to-" But his soliloquy was cut short.

"Your pumpkin juice, sir." Remus suddenly caught himself, stopped crying, and grabbed the goblet from the pink house elf.

"Oh, Quunquam...I didn't see you there."

"I is sorry, Master Remus, sir, I should not have interrupted you." The elf then immediately started smashing its head against the floor.

"Quunquam! No! Stop! It's okay, you don't have to hit yourself." The elf bowed graciously and exited. Remus sipped his juice and looked outside. It would only be a few hours before that pain would refresh itself in Remus's mind and body. He finished off the juice, got up, and headed out of the room. He would go and sit around all his Hogwarts things, which seemed to bring him comfort.

*

James was now sitting at a table with Sirius and his father, wearing his first robes, looking at his cauldron full of cloaks, gloves, books, ingredients, bottles of ink, some lavish looking quills, an owl for James named Llanpeter, and other things. He bit into the last of his ice cream cone, and smiled very brightly at his best friend.

"Well, now, just for your wand!" Mr. Potter said, wiping his mouth, and throwing the napkin into the wastebasket. Sirius and James followed suit, and headed off towards Ollivander's Wand Shop. Sirius just now pulled his own wand out of his cloak and showed it to James.

"11 inches. Oak, with dragon heartstring. Mister Ollivander says its good for hexes and jinxes, but my mum nearly tried to make him get me a new one when she heard." Sirius laughed, then examined it closer. "Whaddya think yours'll be?" James shrugged.

"I dunno. Let's see." It was then that they found themselves in front of Ollivander's, and were quickly inside.

"Hello, Mister Ollivander!" Mr. Potter said jovially. "We're here for James's wand!"

"Ah yes!" Said Mr. Ollivander, who had just finished selling a 101/4-inch willow wand to a young, red haired girl. "I remember as if it were yesterday, your wand, Mr. Potter. 12 inches, cedar, unicorn hair core, particularly fine wand for conjuring, am I correct?" Mr. Potter nodded, smiling, and elbowing James slightly.

"And you, young lad, you were just in here a week ago! But now its James's turn." He said turning to the young Potter.

"Let's see...let's see...first to measure you!" Mr. Ollivander started jamming his tape measure all around James, measuring everything he possibly could on him. "Your wand hand?"

"Right." James quickly replied.

"Excellent." He now handed James a wand. "Swish it, James." And James did so, but quickly Mr. Ollivander whipped it out of his hand and replaced it with a new one. "Try this one. A bit like your friends there, I'll be surprised, 11 inches, mahogany, also dragon heartstring. Give it a whirl." So, as he instructed, James whipped his hand, and, much to his surprise, and Mr. Ollivander's, he sent a jet of sparks out from it. He could feel its warmth in his fingers.

"Oh, me, oh my! What a shock, to have friends with such similar wands! Well, it does mean you to are very good friends, very alike you are..."

James and Sirius looked at each other mischievously. Then, without warning, a blast shook the ground. Mr. Potter grimaced, then turned to Mr. Ollivander as if nothing happened.

"Five galleons, then?" He said.

"Oh, er, yes, five galleons." Mr. Ollivander seemed to not be so unruffled. Sirius and James simply looked outside, to see the wake of 10 Dungbombs blasting off in Flourish and Blotts. They both chuckled.

"Boys. Outside." Mr. Potter quickly rushed them out, and sat them at a table, outside the Apothecary.

"Nice one!" He said with devilish smile, just like the two boys. They all laughed loudly, giving each other high-fives. "Now let's get out of here!" The three of them went quickly to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, stepped into the fire, and were back home. Mrs. Potter was standing with a disapproving look.

"You lot've been causing trouble again, have you?" She said, hands at her hips. "And Arthur, I thought we said you wouldn't take James to Diagon if he wasn't going to be a wizard?" She hushed her voice as she spoke to her husband.

"But he is!" He said, jumping again. "He is a wizard! And look!" Mr. Potter showed his wife the letter, seal, and the envelope. She screamed.

"He's a wizard! He is!" She hugged James tightly, but he soon wriggled out of her embrace, and dashed upstairs, waving for Sirius to follow.

"Stay the night Sirius?" James asked spotting the now dark sky, and full moon outside.

"Of course!" Sirius said. Mr. Potter was soon upstairs to conjure a squashy sleeping bag and pillow for Sirius, and the two, Hogwarts-bound boys tucked themselves in, both tightly gripping their wands. James lay there, staring into the moon. He almost admired it...His thoughts were interrupted by Sirius,

"So, James, how does it feel to be a wizard?" Sirius asked, holding his wand like a microphone.

"Words don't describe." James smiled, leaned back on his own pillow, and drifted off. James Potter, a wizard.