Chapter 10-
"My First Year at School"
Rugby, England
The words spring up quickly. "Hello!"
"My name is Draco," I wrote.
"Hi. I'm Remus." That was easy.
"So." I tried to think of how start, but it talked first.
"I'm at a new school!"
"Yes."
"I'm kinda nervous."
"Of course."
"After all, what if somebody finds out about him? About me, full moons the wolf."
"They may. Some of them will. But they'll keep it a secret."
"Oh, good. I'm still scared."
"Of course you are. You'll get over it."
"Hopefully. My dorm mates are great."
"Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew and James Potter?"
"How did you- Aw, never mind. Yes. It's so great. They're nice guys, really funny. And if I were gay, then Whoa, SIRIUS!"
He was 11. Damn they started young back then.
Ironic. "You're not?"
"Actually. I think I might be. Kinda. A little. I dunno. I guess it's just puberty. Too many hormones bouncing around inside me for my own good. And to top it off, I'm nervous. That might be it. My brain and my body are just getting confused."
"You'll get used to it."
"Really?" I thought about it. I should be more honest.
"Mostly."
"Oh. Darn."
"Darn? I've heard seven year olds be fouler."
"More foul."
"Erk. Never, ever correct grammar. Do you want to lose friends?"
"Why not? You were wrong."
"Yes, but you don't tell me that."
"I know. And I can't out loud. Too frightened."
"Of what?"
"People. If they knew that-"
"You're a werewolf?"
"And possibly a gay one, and- Never mind."
"What?"
"I don't even want to say it. Just. Shut up and leave me alone."
The book closed on its own before I could respond.
Fuck you. I'm Draco fucking Malfoy, you can't leave when I'm talking to you.
I open it again. I turn to a page, and the words fly up.
"Draco? Draco? I'm sorry I'm being a prat, but. I have to say this. They know. My dorm mates know I'm a werewolf. But they don't hate me! Isn't that great?"
"That's good, Remus."
"Yeah. Later then! Next year?" The book closed again.
Hmm. The first entry had been September 1st 1971. This one was July 9th 1972.
Where did that year go?
Oh well. I pick up book two.
"Draco! Dinner!"
Read it later, then.
* * *
Note. Lupin can cook pretty well. I have no idea what it was, but it was untouched by elves, very good, and the mystery helped I think.
"Can I have seconds?"
"You'd think your family never fed you." Lupin spooned it over anyway.
"They do. Too much." I start to eat again.
Black laughed. "Just like Moony here. He's a little glutton, but he's so skinny. All bone!"
"I am not a glutton."
"You eat a lot."
"At certain times of the month."
Black fell silent.
Lupin sipped his tea. "Did you find what you wanted yet?"
"No. It seems the more pieces I get the bigger the puzzle. And it's so confusing. Not to mention you and Mum were."
"What?"
I sighed, trying to find a way to explain. "It was all, 'Oh, he's soo sexy! He's soo hot!' 'Does he know I like him?' 'What if they find out?' I guess self- centered is the word I want."
"Oh, thanks."
"But they do help. Mum talked about the Prank wars, how much she hated Dad, how she felt Sirius had a crush on you-"
"She knew I like Moony?" I did not miss the present tense there.
"Worse, she agreed. Anyway, it's really useful, it's just everything gets jumbled around.
"Narcissa liked me?" Nod. "I thought so. We never dated or anything. And she was probably the only Ravenclaw girl I didn't shag."
Hmm. Good to know. Mum didn't boff my gay teacher. Good going, Mum.
"You could try asking for help." Black was serious. Oh fuck. I mean, of course Black was "Sirius", it's that at the moment he was also sincere.
"You?"
"No. And Remy already did."
Remy? Fucking hell, what a bloody idiot you are, Sirius Black.
"I mean your peers. Who's top of your class?"
I wanted to spit. "Granger."
"Really?! I like her. She's top? Not a Ravenclaw?"
Shrug.
"Well, owl her."
"Right."
"She'll help."
Unfortunately, she would. "I don't need help from Mudbloods."
"Like me? I'm half." Black scowled.
Lupin was smarter. "Like your mother? And that would mean that you-"
Grr. "Fine. I'll fucking write the damned bloody letter." I went upstairs to do it.
It was quick with only squiggles on the margins. I sent it off, then I read more.
"My First Year at School"
Rugby, England
The words spring up quickly. "Hello!"
"My name is Draco," I wrote.
"Hi. I'm Remus." That was easy.
"So." I tried to think of how start, but it talked first.
"I'm at a new school!"
"Yes."
"I'm kinda nervous."
"Of course."
"After all, what if somebody finds out about him? About me, full moons the wolf."
"They may. Some of them will. But they'll keep it a secret."
"Oh, good. I'm still scared."
"Of course you are. You'll get over it."
"Hopefully. My dorm mates are great."
"Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew and James Potter?"
"How did you- Aw, never mind. Yes. It's so great. They're nice guys, really funny. And if I were gay, then Whoa, SIRIUS!"
He was 11. Damn they started young back then.
Ironic. "You're not?"
"Actually. I think I might be. Kinda. A little. I dunno. I guess it's just puberty. Too many hormones bouncing around inside me for my own good. And to top it off, I'm nervous. That might be it. My brain and my body are just getting confused."
"You'll get used to it."
"Really?" I thought about it. I should be more honest.
"Mostly."
"Oh. Darn."
"Darn? I've heard seven year olds be fouler."
"More foul."
"Erk. Never, ever correct grammar. Do you want to lose friends?"
"Why not? You were wrong."
"Yes, but you don't tell me that."
"I know. And I can't out loud. Too frightened."
"Of what?"
"People. If they knew that-"
"You're a werewolf?"
"And possibly a gay one, and- Never mind."
"What?"
"I don't even want to say it. Just. Shut up and leave me alone."
The book closed on its own before I could respond.
Fuck you. I'm Draco fucking Malfoy, you can't leave when I'm talking to you.
I open it again. I turn to a page, and the words fly up.
"Draco? Draco? I'm sorry I'm being a prat, but. I have to say this. They know. My dorm mates know I'm a werewolf. But they don't hate me! Isn't that great?"
"That's good, Remus."
"Yeah. Later then! Next year?" The book closed again.
Hmm. The first entry had been September 1st 1971. This one was July 9th 1972.
Where did that year go?
Oh well. I pick up book two.
"Draco! Dinner!"
Read it later, then.
* * *
Note. Lupin can cook pretty well. I have no idea what it was, but it was untouched by elves, very good, and the mystery helped I think.
"Can I have seconds?"
"You'd think your family never fed you." Lupin spooned it over anyway.
"They do. Too much." I start to eat again.
Black laughed. "Just like Moony here. He's a little glutton, but he's so skinny. All bone!"
"I am not a glutton."
"You eat a lot."
"At certain times of the month."
Black fell silent.
Lupin sipped his tea. "Did you find what you wanted yet?"
"No. It seems the more pieces I get the bigger the puzzle. And it's so confusing. Not to mention you and Mum were."
"What?"
I sighed, trying to find a way to explain. "It was all, 'Oh, he's soo sexy! He's soo hot!' 'Does he know I like him?' 'What if they find out?' I guess self- centered is the word I want."
"Oh, thanks."
"But they do help. Mum talked about the Prank wars, how much she hated Dad, how she felt Sirius had a crush on you-"
"She knew I like Moony?" I did not miss the present tense there.
"Worse, she agreed. Anyway, it's really useful, it's just everything gets jumbled around.
"Narcissa liked me?" Nod. "I thought so. We never dated or anything. And she was probably the only Ravenclaw girl I didn't shag."
Hmm. Good to know. Mum didn't boff my gay teacher. Good going, Mum.
"You could try asking for help." Black was serious. Oh fuck. I mean, of course Black was "Sirius", it's that at the moment he was also sincere.
"You?"
"No. And Remy already did."
Remy? Fucking hell, what a bloody idiot you are, Sirius Black.
"I mean your peers. Who's top of your class?"
I wanted to spit. "Granger."
"Really?! I like her. She's top? Not a Ravenclaw?"
Shrug.
"Well, owl her."
"Right."
"She'll help."
Unfortunately, she would. "I don't need help from Mudbloods."
"Like me? I'm half." Black scowled.
Lupin was smarter. "Like your mother? And that would mean that you-"
Grr. "Fine. I'll fucking write the damned bloody letter." I went upstairs to do it.
It was quick with only squiggles on the margins. I sent it off, then I read more.