Hiding in the moonlight
By: Grey Wolf
Dedicated to: Sirius Black, hope you enjoy this =^-^=
Disclaimer: I don't own them; in fact there is a bigger change of them owning me that the other way around.
Note: This is about our favourite Marauders' fist year in Hogwarts. It centres mostly on Lupin because he is the coolest professor ever and I just love him. Note Remus gets his letter in the Christmas holiday or else the rest of my story and the building of the tunnel and shack doesn't work out. Okay I will try to update every week but I don't promise because I'm writing exams. You can join the mailing list on my bio page and then you'll know when I update. READ AND REVIEW PLEASE!!!
Part 1- the attack and the letter
The night was dark around Remus as he walked over the snow covered grass. He was scared as hell to be out so late but his parents where a short way off and he needed to see what his brother had made a fuss over. His small hands gripped the fence and he pulled himself up to sit next to his older brother Romulus. The forest behind their house was a dark gaping hole and Remus shivered both with cold and fright. Long minutes passed before Romulus said with disappointment in his voice that whatever it had been must have disappeared back into the woods and Remus gave a disappointed sigh.
Defeated Romulus jumped back down into their yard and Remus was about to do the same when his nine-year old eyes caught the yellow gleaming in the wood that his brother had seen before him. He called his brother's name and pointed with a small hand to where the beast stood at the edge of the forest. Before he knew that the beast had even moved it was on top of him and he felt sharp teeth cutting into his thin left arm and pain surge through his body. Moments later the werewolf lay dead on top of him, killed by his father's wand, but it had been too late to save him…
An 11 year old, sweat soaked, Remus bolted upright in his bed and pulled the curtain away from the window to see that the one thing he feared was not yet full. He sank down into his bed and heard his brother's low whisper:
"Another nightmare?" Romulus asked and Remus nodded in the darkness
"The same one" he muttered and turned on his side, hating what fate had damned him with. He pulled the covers over himself and tried to find piece in his dreams, but failed.
He lifted himself out of bed and left his and his brother's room. His feet were quiet on the stairs as he climbed down them and found his way into the ice night air. He held his arm, where the scar of the teeth marks where still visible, and found the stop where he had been attacked and sat down like he had done almost every night, his eyes on the sliver of a moon in the sky.
"I hate you." He whispered with tears in his golden brown eyes. The next thing he knew a letter dropped into his lap and he forgot all about his anger of the dreams. He tore open the letter and read it quickly.
Moments later he tore into his parents' bedroom laughing in pure childlike glee.
"Mum! Dad! I got my letter! I'm in! Hogwarts wants me! Can I go please? I won't eat anyone or hurt any of them please?" he babbled so loudly that ever Romulus came in a moment to see what the fuss was about.
His father took the letter and read it. He looked up into his youngest eager face. "I'll have to go see Dumbledore first but with the proper precautions I can't see why not. Remus jumped up with a yell of joy and went dancing out the door singing "I am going to Hogwarts" with Romulus behind him
Remus' mother scrolled at her husband "You gave him false hope; you know werewolf aren't accepted in society." But at this Remus' father only smiled and kissed his wife's forehead "I know Dumbledore, he's a great man, he'll find a way for Remus to go, I'm sure of it."
Back in their room Romulus and Remus sit together on Romulus' bed.
"I though I'd never get to go, what's it like?" Remus asks
"Hogwarts is the best place in the world." Romulus answered as Remus rested his head on his brother's lap and listened to his brother told him all about Hogwarts. He drifted off to sleep as his brother talked and for once in three years he didn't have the nightmare.
To be continued…