~ The Cry of the Lone Wolf ~

-Chapter 2-

Wolfing Away My Mind

Remus heaved his trunk away from his brother, he didn't admit it aloud, but he knew they had grown apart. All those promises about staying together, and it was Romulus himself who suggested that they shouldn't hold each other back. Remus had a very good idea to whom he was referring to, he knew Romulus was touchy about the fact of having an altered brother...however pained he felt. This was probably the best way to go about it.

"When you're alone, nobody can hurt you - or you can hurt nobody..."

The first rule he'd made up himself for...himself!

"See dear brother, I can manage on my own! And not to mention, I was the gifted one, born with the brains as well as the appearance, you were born to be..."

Remus hung his head low, what kind of brother was he? He was a beast for thinking such things about his own sibling, they had the same blood coursing through their veins...

"Same blood? My blood is different than that of my mothers, nine months of staying in her womb still taught her naught, no matter what kind of child she possesses, always hold your head high up and look them with pride...not pity. Just because of nineteen minutes with that wolf - it changed the relationships I had been born with...A wolf is a wolf is a wolf, and there's nothing you can do about it-"

"Excuse me!" an oily voice interrupted his thoughts, "the pathway is made for walking, not blocking you know!"

Remus turned around to apologize.

"Always me apologizing! Oh well, you've been apologizing to your family your whole life, one more sorry can't hurt!"

"No...it is my fault, I'm sorry," Remus said sternly more to himself than the owner of the voice.

With one 'humph' the owner of the voice stalked away, Remus only had a chance to grasp, that like his voice, the slick curtain of hair was just as oily. Who was he to talk, he was a werewolf.

"Why do I plague myself with the wolf thoughts? Why does the wolf hold me back?" Remus asked himself angrily.

A reply came shooting back to him just as soon as he'd asked that question.

"Because the wolf is a part of me..."

Remus thought it best to get to a compartment before he lost his sanity. He trudged through the passageway, right till the end and found one which was empty. He passed one laughing compartment, he was sure that was his brother and his so-called friends, they were laughing about something idiotic because that's what his brother was- an idiot. Oh, for Merlin's sake, why was he so jealous! Just because Romulus was happy, had friends and lived a completely normal life (except the stupid sad-o of a brother who goes and gets bitten by a wolf) and mum and dad didn't flinch at the sight of him wasn't really something to be jealous about now, was it?

Remus sat down and looked out the window of his compartment. One person particularly caught his attention in the bustling crowd. It was a tall boy, probably in his sixth year as he was wearing a shiny silver prefect badge. Obviously it wasn't the badge that caught his attention it was the...aura around him. He was tall and really handsome, silvery blonde hair, grey-blue eyes and a really pale complexion which contrasted perfectly to his expensive thick dark robes. His cloak was blowing behind him gently and the smile across his features made Remus feel much calmer.

"Oh Remus, sure you are a wolf but a gay wolf now that is...original!"

Remus mentally slapped himself and stopped staring. He buried his nose in a book, he liked reading as the books gave him a lovely message of not being alone. It occurred to Remus long ago that princesses with hair long enough to climb only existed in those muggle books (His uncle had married a muggle librarian) and a mere prince with a sword couldn't slay a dragon as he had also read about dragons. Powerful, yet they could be controlled, as the weakest point was their eyes and the princes needed a wand for that, much more powerful than a sword. The only sword strong enough was probably Godric Gryffindor' s. He then wondered which house he would be in, named after their respective owners, each had its noble history- except Slytherin. He didn't care, his only thoughts were probably to work hard and make his parents proud, of course he'd planned that he wanted to be better than his brother.

"If you want to criticize his work, do your own better..."

Another rule, against Romulus, but so, he was the nicer twin.

Thankfully for Remus, or perhaps it was fate; no students entered the end compartment, he did hear some rather odd noises, but the urge of curiosity left him as he buried himself into another book whilst the train was moving. Now and then he saw the scenery change- first for half of the ride was bleak and uninteresting countryside, then soon as if a dark veil had bewitched the sky it changed a shade of light to dark. Remus stopped reading as he was quite sure they would be there soon. He really didn't want to get squished into the moving bustle of the students, preferring to stay to himself.

The train gradually became slower and halted to a stop.

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Authors Note: I know its getting a bit boring at the moment but I just wanted to display feelings. Can anyone guess who that boy with the silvery-blonde hair is? You can tell me in my review and I hope to add you into the story if I can. Now onto thanking the reviewers because I enjoyed the positive feedback I got for the previous chapter.

WerewolfIncognito ~ Thank you for being the first reviewer, and I hope you do keep reviewing.

Leah ~ Thanks for saying you like my fanfic, I hope to be writing and actually finishing this as well.

SuGaSuGa ~ Thanks, I hope you like this chapter as well.