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harm. But, please, don't steal it. This took me along time. I hope you like
it. Ok here it is.
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Remus stood on the platform alone, his mother was ill again. First, the loss of his brother, then the divorce had hit her hard. She tried to hide it but, Remus noticed more than most children. He had come to rely on her and she on him. But still he stood here alone.
He hauled his suitcase and the cat basket along the platform a bit further. He had arrived early as he had had to come up on the muggle railway since his mother couldn't drive him. The scarlet steam engine pulled up, with rolls of smoke billowing around it. Remus checked his watch, 11:00 exactly. The door slid open and the masses surged forward. He found his way into an empty carriage and slung his suitcase onto a seat. He placed Greymalkin's basket carefully on top. He turned to the door and saw two boys with black hair trying to lug two cases along. He rushed forward to try and help.
Together they managed to manhandle the cases onto the overhead rack, with Remus doing most of the work. He let out a deep breath and span to face the other boys. "What have you got in there, bricks?"
"Nope, just dungbombs and filibusters." Said the taller of the two boys, grinning widely. He was at least head and shoulders above Remus . "Sirius Black." He held out a hand. The shorter one tried to stifle a laugh.
"Yep, same here." He said his was wearing glasses. "I'm James Potter."
"Do you find something amusing about my name, Jamsie?" James sniggered.
Remus thought it prudent to intervene. "I'm Remus. Remus Lupin." Sirius clapped an arm around his much shorter shoulder.
"Yes. We," He squeezed Remus's shoulders "are the Society for the Protection of People with Weird Names. The SPPWN." James burst into laughter and collapsed on a seat. Remus followed him, while Sirius stood on the seat and tried to force the window. It was stuck and it was an unusually hot September day.
There was a jolt as the train pulled out of King's Cross. James checked his watch and commented that this was the only train in Britain that was on time.
"Man, it's hot." He sighed exasperatedly and dropped onto the seat next to James. "Why on earth did you chose this compartment, idiot." And cuffed him round the head.
"Hey, don't blame me! If anything it was your fault for helping me with my case."
Remus looked worried and tried to calm them down. This was the first time he had had a chance to make friends in years. "Listen, why don't you blame me and get it over with?" He attempted a smile.
"Right, I'm not talking to you then." James turned to face his seatback but was laughing too much to hold it up for more than three seconds. His curiosity got the better of him and started to ask questions with a speed Remus didn't think possible. "So. WhereareyoufromI'mfromGodric'sHollowAreyouexcitedaboutgoingtoHogwarts?" He didn't seem to need air, maybe he had another mouth somewhere, Remus found himself thinking. He only just noticed when Sirius began to speak.
".'m from Cornwall near Tintagel. Yep I am excited. What house do you want to be in?" Sirius Said with a bemused smile.
"Do you actually breathe?" Remus asked before he realised what he was saying and blushed. "Oh sorry." Both James and Sirius laughed.
James smiled "Ahh, young one I can not divulge my ancient wisdom passed down to me over centuries by my wise ancestors." he said with mock serenity.
"Yea," Sirius said "Yea sure, might be useful though in a tight spot," his mind flicking over prank possibilities.
They continued to talk about all sorts of things, from houses to horned toads. James had an snowy owl named Erebus. And Sirius had a tawny that he had named Possum for some reason. Remus scratched Possum's head while he told them about Greymalkin. As he related the policeman story he thought about how much he loved his cat. Even after his accident, when most cats were terrified of him, Greymalkin acted as if nothing had happened. Currently she was hiding in the cat basket refusing to come out.
Sirius suggested a game of exploding snap, which he then proceeded to thrash James at while Remus watched. "Yes! I am, the champion, of the world." he exclaimed as the final card erupted on the table.
"Um. Have you played the world at snap?" Remus asked logically.
"Well no." Sirius looked a little deflated. "But I'm the champion of Hogwarts express compartment." He rallied and stuck his head out of the door. "Compartment four! Oh!" Sirius went "Oh!" just then because there was a slightly rotund figure standing an inch from his nose. "Who the blazes are you?" he said startled.
The podgy boy who seemed just as shocked stuttered "P...P.Peter. P. Peter Petigrew. Um can I come in?" he seemed rather upset.
"Of course my good man." Sirius had recovered dashingly from his shock and waved Peter in with a flourish "Come in. Come in. This sniggering idiot is James Potter and the one with his head in the cat basket is Remus. I'm Sirius." Still in his outlandish style he held out a hand. Peter looking rather stunned shook it, his eyes almost starting out of his head.
"Hi" said Remus quietly. Then James, not wanting to be out done sprang forward and put on a fake posh accent. "Nice to meet you old chap. Stifling day isn't wot wot. So what brings you to our neck of the woods Mr Petigrew?" Remus, who had got used to James and Sirius by now, had to laugh at Peter's expression. He looked like a cross a person who had just been told he was dead but somehow he had missed this fact for eleven years and a rabbit caught in headlights. Remus had to do something. "Don't worry there just like that." And he guided the paralysed Peter to a seat. "You'll get used to it."
"Th. Thank you, I had to leave my compartment and yours was the only one with space."
"Hey, we're glad to have you." Said James returning to normal.
"Do you play exploding snap?" asked Sirius, his eyes lighting up.
"Um yes." Peter said timidly.
"That is great, Pete, great."
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The countryside out of the window was grey with twilight before James suggested they should change into their uniforms. It seemed that Remus was the only one capable of folding clothes and the compartment was soon strewn with cloaks, hats and ties. He reached down for his cloak and grabbed it by the clasp. Searing pain ripped through his hand and up his arm. His whole body screamed at him to let go, but he couldn't. With great discipline he stopped him self from yelling repeating over and over in his mind *I won't cry I won't cry *. He prised his fingers off with his other hand. The cloak dropped to the floor revealing James nametag staring up at him. This wasn't his cloak. He felt weak at the knees and knew he was going to throw up.
Sirius' head popped out of his jumper. "Hey Remy are you OK? You look kind of pale."
James looked up from the great mystery that was tie tying. "Merlin! I think he's going to be sick."
Peter gave a wordless shriek and tripped over his undone shoelaces. Remus clambered onto the seat next to the window and with his good hand wrenched it open.
When he had finished throwing up, he flopped down on the seat. He clenched his fist ignoring the pain so the others wouldn't see the damage on his palm.
"Are you ok? I mean. obviously you're." James stuttered Sirius cuffed him round the head and murmured, "Shut up." Peter just turned slightly green and sat down heavily.
"Travelsicknessorry." Remus mumbled and reached for his cloak with a pewter clasp. Not silver. His mother had sewn them on to prevent this sort of thing. A great start to his new school. Dismissing the pain, he finished packing his suitcase neatly. Nausea washed over him in waves.
When he looked up Sirius was staring at the open window. He was studying it with a look of confusion. "I couldn't even open it with both hands." he said quietly.
"Adrenaline" Remus murmured not looking at him. And with that the subject was dropped.
Greymalkin crept out of her basket and cautiously curled up on Remus's lap. He stroked her brindled fur with his good hand. She set up a racketous purring. She looked up at Peter like he was something she might play with then bite the head off. A look that dared him to comment. Needless to say he didn't.
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Ok that's chapter two up. Told you it would be quick. Read and review. Remember the house flames bad, house good. Simple.
Love you even if you don't review, but just if you read this. But reviews are nice. They make me warm and fuzzy inside. Happy Smiles. #:-)
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Remus stood on the platform alone, his mother was ill again. First, the loss of his brother, then the divorce had hit her hard. She tried to hide it but, Remus noticed more than most children. He had come to rely on her and she on him. But still he stood here alone.
He hauled his suitcase and the cat basket along the platform a bit further. He had arrived early as he had had to come up on the muggle railway since his mother couldn't drive him. The scarlet steam engine pulled up, with rolls of smoke billowing around it. Remus checked his watch, 11:00 exactly. The door slid open and the masses surged forward. He found his way into an empty carriage and slung his suitcase onto a seat. He placed Greymalkin's basket carefully on top. He turned to the door and saw two boys with black hair trying to lug two cases along. He rushed forward to try and help.
Together they managed to manhandle the cases onto the overhead rack, with Remus doing most of the work. He let out a deep breath and span to face the other boys. "What have you got in there, bricks?"
"Nope, just dungbombs and filibusters." Said the taller of the two boys, grinning widely. He was at least head and shoulders above Remus . "Sirius Black." He held out a hand. The shorter one tried to stifle a laugh.
"Yep, same here." He said his was wearing glasses. "I'm James Potter."
"Do you find something amusing about my name, Jamsie?" James sniggered.
Remus thought it prudent to intervene. "I'm Remus. Remus Lupin." Sirius clapped an arm around his much shorter shoulder.
"Yes. We," He squeezed Remus's shoulders "are the Society for the Protection of People with Weird Names. The SPPWN." James burst into laughter and collapsed on a seat. Remus followed him, while Sirius stood on the seat and tried to force the window. It was stuck and it was an unusually hot September day.
There was a jolt as the train pulled out of King's Cross. James checked his watch and commented that this was the only train in Britain that was on time.
"Man, it's hot." He sighed exasperatedly and dropped onto the seat next to James. "Why on earth did you chose this compartment, idiot." And cuffed him round the head.
"Hey, don't blame me! If anything it was your fault for helping me with my case."
Remus looked worried and tried to calm them down. This was the first time he had had a chance to make friends in years. "Listen, why don't you blame me and get it over with?" He attempted a smile.
"Right, I'm not talking to you then." James turned to face his seatback but was laughing too much to hold it up for more than three seconds. His curiosity got the better of him and started to ask questions with a speed Remus didn't think possible. "So. WhereareyoufromI'mfromGodric'sHollowAreyouexcitedaboutgoingtoHogwarts?" He didn't seem to need air, maybe he had another mouth somewhere, Remus found himself thinking. He only just noticed when Sirius began to speak.
".'m from Cornwall near Tintagel. Yep I am excited. What house do you want to be in?" Sirius Said with a bemused smile.
"Do you actually breathe?" Remus asked before he realised what he was saying and blushed. "Oh sorry." Both James and Sirius laughed.
James smiled "Ahh, young one I can not divulge my ancient wisdom passed down to me over centuries by my wise ancestors." he said with mock serenity.
"Yea," Sirius said "Yea sure, might be useful though in a tight spot," his mind flicking over prank possibilities.
They continued to talk about all sorts of things, from houses to horned toads. James had an snowy owl named Erebus. And Sirius had a tawny that he had named Possum for some reason. Remus scratched Possum's head while he told them about Greymalkin. As he related the policeman story he thought about how much he loved his cat. Even after his accident, when most cats were terrified of him, Greymalkin acted as if nothing had happened. Currently she was hiding in the cat basket refusing to come out.
Sirius suggested a game of exploding snap, which he then proceeded to thrash James at while Remus watched. "Yes! I am, the champion, of the world." he exclaimed as the final card erupted on the table.
"Um. Have you played the world at snap?" Remus asked logically.
"Well no." Sirius looked a little deflated. "But I'm the champion of Hogwarts express compartment." He rallied and stuck his head out of the door. "Compartment four! Oh!" Sirius went "Oh!" just then because there was a slightly rotund figure standing an inch from his nose. "Who the blazes are you?" he said startled.
The podgy boy who seemed just as shocked stuttered "P...P.Peter. P. Peter Petigrew. Um can I come in?" he seemed rather upset.
"Of course my good man." Sirius had recovered dashingly from his shock and waved Peter in with a flourish "Come in. Come in. This sniggering idiot is James Potter and the one with his head in the cat basket is Remus. I'm Sirius." Still in his outlandish style he held out a hand. Peter looking rather stunned shook it, his eyes almost starting out of his head.
"Hi" said Remus quietly. Then James, not wanting to be out done sprang forward and put on a fake posh accent. "Nice to meet you old chap. Stifling day isn't wot wot. So what brings you to our neck of the woods Mr Petigrew?" Remus, who had got used to James and Sirius by now, had to laugh at Peter's expression. He looked like a cross a person who had just been told he was dead but somehow he had missed this fact for eleven years and a rabbit caught in headlights. Remus had to do something. "Don't worry there just like that." And he guided the paralysed Peter to a seat. "You'll get used to it."
"Th. Thank you, I had to leave my compartment and yours was the only one with space."
"Hey, we're glad to have you." Said James returning to normal.
"Do you play exploding snap?" asked Sirius, his eyes lighting up.
"Um yes." Peter said timidly.
"That is great, Pete, great."
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The countryside out of the window was grey with twilight before James suggested they should change into their uniforms. It seemed that Remus was the only one capable of folding clothes and the compartment was soon strewn with cloaks, hats and ties. He reached down for his cloak and grabbed it by the clasp. Searing pain ripped through his hand and up his arm. His whole body screamed at him to let go, but he couldn't. With great discipline he stopped him self from yelling repeating over and over in his mind *I won't cry I won't cry *. He prised his fingers off with his other hand. The cloak dropped to the floor revealing James nametag staring up at him. This wasn't his cloak. He felt weak at the knees and knew he was going to throw up.
Sirius' head popped out of his jumper. "Hey Remy are you OK? You look kind of pale."
James looked up from the great mystery that was tie tying. "Merlin! I think he's going to be sick."
Peter gave a wordless shriek and tripped over his undone shoelaces. Remus clambered onto the seat next to the window and with his good hand wrenched it open.
When he had finished throwing up, he flopped down on the seat. He clenched his fist ignoring the pain so the others wouldn't see the damage on his palm.
"Are you ok? I mean. obviously you're." James stuttered Sirius cuffed him round the head and murmured, "Shut up." Peter just turned slightly green and sat down heavily.
"Travelsicknessorry." Remus mumbled and reached for his cloak with a pewter clasp. Not silver. His mother had sewn them on to prevent this sort of thing. A great start to his new school. Dismissing the pain, he finished packing his suitcase neatly. Nausea washed over him in waves.
When he looked up Sirius was staring at the open window. He was studying it with a look of confusion. "I couldn't even open it with both hands." he said quietly.
"Adrenaline" Remus murmured not looking at him. And with that the subject was dropped.
Greymalkin crept out of her basket and cautiously curled up on Remus's lap. He stroked her brindled fur with his good hand. She set up a racketous purring. She looked up at Peter like he was something she might play with then bite the head off. A look that dared him to comment. Needless to say he didn't.
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Ok that's chapter two up. Told you it would be quick. Read and review. Remember the house flames bad, house good. Simple.
Love you even if you don't review, but just if you read this. But reviews are nice. They make me warm and fuzzy inside. Happy Smiles. #:-)