A/N: Ok, I know this is highly unlikely that this ever happened. Do I care?
NO! I don't know how it's going to turn out, so just bear with me. No
flames please, they just piss me off, but constructive critism is
appreciated. This takes place at the beginning of the Marauders' 6th year.
At first, of course. Thank you, good night. :-)
Disclaimer: Yeah, right.
****
Sirius Black motioned for his three friends to join him in their dormitory. Shrugging at one another, they followed him. When they were inside, Sirius shut the door and walked over to his trunk. He pulled out a tiny object, and taking out his wand, he expanded it.
"What the hell is that, Padfoot?" James asked, staring at the thing Sirius was holding.
"It's a guitar." He sat down on his bed, resting the instrument on his knee.
"What does it do?" Peter asked.
"It's a Muggle instrument." He strummed the stings carefully.
"Where in god's name did you get it, Sirius? Your parents wouldn't have let you get something like this," said James. He held out his hands, and Sirius extended the guitar. James began carefully examining it.
"I found it in the street. I've been repairing it. All the strings were broken, and it was kind of dented. A little magic fixed it right up." Sirius smiled, obviously pleased with himself.
"Can you play it?" Remus asked, moving closer to the guitar. Sirius' face dropped.
"I'm still working on that minor detail, Moony."
James handed it back to his friend. "Cool, Sirius. Now, if you'll excuse me, there is someone I need to see about." James stood up.
"Prongs, Lily hates you. She wouldn't talk to you before, she won't talk to you now," Sirius said. James paid no attention.
As he walked out the door, running a hand through his hair, he called, "O ye of little faith!" It shut behind him.
"Well, I have to finish my Transfiguration homework. McGonagall gave me some extra work to do," Peter said, walking out.
Sirius and Remus looked at each other, and Sirius sighed. "I suppose I should go see Prongs. You know, for moral support when Evans turns him down for the 148th time." Sirius set the guitar down on the bed and got ready to shrink it.
"Wait, Padfoot. Leave it out," Remus said, holding up his hand. Sirius shrugged.
"Alright. Don't break it, mind." Remus smiled, and Sirius laughed.
"Of course not. I was thinking of taking it to the Shrieking Shack next full moon. You know, so I can have some music as I rip things apart." They laughed.
Sirius walked out and closed the door. Remus carefully picked up the guitar, and let it rest cautiously on his knee. Checking the door, he started playing, trying to get his fingers in exactly the right positions.
****
"Oi, Remus! Time for-" James stopped when he saw Remus sitting on his bed, playing the guitar. James waved up Sirius and Peter, and they peered in at the sandy haired boy strumming the strings.
Remus was singing a soft melody to go along with the chords he was playing. When he finished, the three boys that had been watching him burst into applause. Remus's face turned red, and he shoved the guitar behind his back.
"That was fabulous, old chap, it really was," Sirius said, walking into the room.
"Play something again, man," James said, still clapping.
"Wow! Did you just teach yourself how to play?" Peter asked, clapping harder than James.
Remus was still blushing as he stood up. "I don't want to talk about it." He looked around at the 3 men, still smiling at him. "So, is it time for dinner?" He clapped his hands together and made his way to the door. Before he exited, however, Sirius and James grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him back.
"I think not, my friend. Not until you tell us how you learned."
Remus sighed. "My dad used to play guitar. I would watch him and try to remember what he did." He shrugged off their hands. "Can we go to dinner now?"
James smiled. "Sure."
****
The next day, Remus was playing the guitar again, this time in the common room. It was late, and for once James and Sirius had gone to bed early, saying that they were going to be needing a lot of sleep. Remus had the creeping suspicion that they were planning something. Peter had joined them shortly thereafter.
Consequently, the common room was nearly deserted.
"Oh, Remus! Where did you get a guitar?" Lily Evans asked, walking over to him. She sat down on the couch next to Remus, still staring at his fingers as he played. He looked up, blushing.
"It's Sirius's. He found it and fixed it up." He started strumming absentmindedly. Her dazzling green eyes were lit up.
"Can you play anything?" She lightly touched the edge, and ran her finger along it.
Remus gulped. He didn't want to give a concert. "I can play some stuff."
Lily smiled widely. "Will you?" He really didn't want to, but Lily seemed so excited. Clearing his throat, he started playing the same song he practiced yesterday. Secretly, she was surprised to hear him sing. His voice was kind of raspy and deep, in a good way.
There were a few mistakes, but Lily didn't seem to notice. She had closed her eyes and was smiling.
When he finished she opened her eyes and grinned at him. "You have a beautiful singing voice." This, of course, made Remus turn beet red.
"Uh, thanks." He set the guitar down and rubbed his eyes. He was starting to get very tired.
"I don't know why you hang out with that Potter. You're so nice, and smart." She shook her head. "He's so arrogant."
This was something Remus had hoped wouldn't come up. Trying not to piss off Lily, whom he liked a lot, but still remain loyal to his friend, he spoke. "I really don't want to talk about James, Lily. Please."
She stared at him for a moment, then smiled again. "You're a good friend, Remus."
He laughed softly. "That's what they tell me." Lily shifted closer to him.
"They're right," she whispered into his ear. Surprised, and slightly frightened, Remus turned to look at her.
"Lily, I don't think-" he was cut off by Lily pressing her lips against his. He was shocked. He returned the pressure, and their kiss grew in passion. When he finally pulled away, his hand shot up to his mouth.
Lily just smiled. "Good night, Remus." And, before he could utter a single word, she was gone.
****
The next day, Remus avoided James's eyes. He had absolutely no clue on what to do. He had kissed his best friend's crush.
"Oi, Moony, what's wrong?" Sirius asked at lunch that day.
"Yeah. You're being really quiet today," James added.
Remus took a long swig of pumpkin juice. "Oh, nothing. Just tired." He turned his attention back to his ham sandwich. Suddenly, inspiration overtook him. "Hey Sirius? Can I borrow your guitar again today?"
Sirius raised an eyebrow. "You're playing that thing a lot." At Remus's pleading look, he added, "Sure. It's in my trunk."
Remus smiled and jumped up. "Thanks Padfoot." With that, he ran out of the Great Hall.
"He loves that guitar, doesn't he?" James said, his eyes following the sandy-haired man out. "He didn't even finish his food."
"He's played it more than I have, and I'm the one who found it!" said Sirius, biting into his sandwich.
****
When Remus got back to Gryffindor tower, he ran straight up to his dormitory. He pulled out the guitar and grabbed a sheet of parchment, an ink bottle, and his quill. He brought it all downstairs and sat down. Alternating between writing and playing, he wrote down lyrics. When he was done, there were scratch marks all over the parchment, but there was a song. Remus picked up the guitar and played it through.
It sounded just how he wanted. He played it through a few more times, making small marks on the sheet.
When everyone came back from lunch, he was still sitting there perfecting the song.
"Remus? Is this what you've been doing?" James grabbed the paper and held it up, reading it. "I can barely read it."
Remus stood up to his full height, which made him a bit taller than James. "Good. That's mine." He snatched it back and stuffed it in his pocket. After glaring at James, he went back up to their room.
Sirius, who had been lazily eating an apple he nicked from the table, raised an eyebrow at James, who returned it. They bounded up the steps, Peter huffing behind to catch up.
"What's wrong with you, mate? What are you doing?" Sirius asked once they had arrived. Remus was sitting on his bed, the covers drawn about him. They could hear his quill, and the light ringing of the strings.
Remus shoved back the hangings. "Writing, alright?" He yelled, holding up the crumpled parchment. "Songs! I've been writing songs, ok? Go ahead an laugh!" He yanked the curtains back.
James turned to face Sirius. 'Songs?' he mouthed, a questioning look on his face. Sirius held up his arms and strummed the air. He mouthed back, 'guitar'. James nodded.
"Remus?" Sirius started carefully. It was nearing the full moon, and they knew that a werewolf would be very irritable during that time. "Remus, we're not going to laugh. Will you just come out?"
On his bed, Remus knew he was being stupid. They were his friends; they wouldn't laugh at him. He could tell them anything. Anything, except what happened last night. But that was very different from writing songs. "Yeah, ok." He slowly pulled the hangings back again to face his friends.
"Why would we laugh at you, Remus?" James asked.
Remus sighed. "I don't know. I'm just....it's near the full moon."
"Don't worry, buddy ol' pal, we won't hold it against you." Sirius clapped him on the shoulder.
"Are you going to play your song for us, Remus?" Peter spoke up. Remus sighed.
"Sure. Why not?" He sat down on the edge of the bed and rested the guitar. After a few deep breaths, he played his song. He didn't look up from his fingers the entire time, to save himself from the reactions of his friends.
He, of course, thought they would be trying to stifle their laughter. But he was quite wrong. When he opened his mouth to sing, the three of them were very surprised by the voice that came out, just like Lily was. They stood there, mouths open, listening to their friend's creation.
When he finished, Sirius was the first to speak. "You wrote that?" Remus nodded. "Wow."
"That was awesome, Moony," Peter said.
"Yeah. You wrote that while we were at lunch?" James asked. Remus nodded again, his face turning red. "Wow."
"I do say we've discovered a talent in our little werewolf." Sirius said, smirking. "C'mon. Let's go back to the common room." He turned, and the other three followed. When Remus went to put the guitar back, however, Sirius stopped him. "Bring it downstairs."
Suspicious, Remus did so. When he sat down, Sirius stood up on one of the tables in the common room and cleared his throat. "Ahem. May I have you attention please?" Everyone in the common room turned their head to look.
Remus realized what his friend was about to do, and tried to run for it. James caught him, however, and held him down in a chair. All he could do was cover his eyes and hope it was a bad dream. Unfortunately it wasn't.
"My dear friend Remus Lupin has a special talent. He is a great songwriter." There were a few murmurs going through the room. "His has written a fabulous song, and don't you all want to hear it?" There was a cheer, and Remus tried to sink into the chair. He was unsuccessful.
"Remus, the floor is yours." Sirius stepped down. Remus shot him the glare of death, but he just smiled widely in return. Sighing, Remus grabbed the guitar and looked around the room. He face was burning. As he scanned the room, his eyes fell on Lily. She was smiling.
Filled with a new resolve, he cleared his throat. "I call it Wonderwall." With that, he began.
"Today is gonna be the day That they're gonna throw it back to you/
By now you should've somehow Realized what you gotta do/
I don't believe that anybody Feels the way I do about you now/
Backbeat the word is on the street That the fire in your heart is out/
I'm sure you've heard it all before But you never really had a doubt/
I don't believe that anybody feels The way I do about you now/
And all the roads we have to walk are winding /
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding/
There are many things that I would Like to say to you/
But I don't know how
'Cause maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
And after all
You're my wonderwall
Today was gonna be the day But they'll never throw it back to you/
By now you should've somehow Realized what you're not to do/
I don't believe that anybody Feels the way I do/
About you now
And all the roads that lead you there are winding/
And all the lights that light the way are blinding/
There are many things that I would like to say to you/
But I don't know how/
I said maybe You're gonna be the one who saves me?
And after all
You re my wonderwall
I said maybe You're gonna be the one who saves me?
And after all You're my wonderwall
I said maybe
Your gonna be the one that saves me
Your gonna be the one that saves me
Your gonna be the one that saves me."
When he finished the song, there was, at least for Remus, an uncomfortable silence. Then, starting with his three best friends and Lily, an applause began. It grew in power until the noise could be heard outside the portrait. People were whistling and clapping as hard as they could. Remus's face was burning, but he was happy. Sirius pulled him onto the table and made him take a bow.
"Remus Lupin, folks! He'll be here all year!"
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Whoa....that didn't turn out as I expected, but I like it. That Remus/Lily thing? Totally unplanned. I think it works, though. I will add more, I'm pretty sure of that, but reviews DO boost my ego and help me write better. *wink wink* *nudge nudge* *hint hint*
The song is called "Wonderwall" and it belongs to Oasis. Thank you Oasis, and J.K. Rowling. Sorry about the format of the song. I just can't get it to look right. Oh well.
Disclaimer: Yeah, right.
****
Sirius Black motioned for his three friends to join him in their dormitory. Shrugging at one another, they followed him. When they were inside, Sirius shut the door and walked over to his trunk. He pulled out a tiny object, and taking out his wand, he expanded it.
"What the hell is that, Padfoot?" James asked, staring at the thing Sirius was holding.
"It's a guitar." He sat down on his bed, resting the instrument on his knee.
"What does it do?" Peter asked.
"It's a Muggle instrument." He strummed the stings carefully.
"Where in god's name did you get it, Sirius? Your parents wouldn't have let you get something like this," said James. He held out his hands, and Sirius extended the guitar. James began carefully examining it.
"I found it in the street. I've been repairing it. All the strings were broken, and it was kind of dented. A little magic fixed it right up." Sirius smiled, obviously pleased with himself.
"Can you play it?" Remus asked, moving closer to the guitar. Sirius' face dropped.
"I'm still working on that minor detail, Moony."
James handed it back to his friend. "Cool, Sirius. Now, if you'll excuse me, there is someone I need to see about." James stood up.
"Prongs, Lily hates you. She wouldn't talk to you before, she won't talk to you now," Sirius said. James paid no attention.
As he walked out the door, running a hand through his hair, he called, "O ye of little faith!" It shut behind him.
"Well, I have to finish my Transfiguration homework. McGonagall gave me some extra work to do," Peter said, walking out.
Sirius and Remus looked at each other, and Sirius sighed. "I suppose I should go see Prongs. You know, for moral support when Evans turns him down for the 148th time." Sirius set the guitar down on the bed and got ready to shrink it.
"Wait, Padfoot. Leave it out," Remus said, holding up his hand. Sirius shrugged.
"Alright. Don't break it, mind." Remus smiled, and Sirius laughed.
"Of course not. I was thinking of taking it to the Shrieking Shack next full moon. You know, so I can have some music as I rip things apart." They laughed.
Sirius walked out and closed the door. Remus carefully picked up the guitar, and let it rest cautiously on his knee. Checking the door, he started playing, trying to get his fingers in exactly the right positions.
****
"Oi, Remus! Time for-" James stopped when he saw Remus sitting on his bed, playing the guitar. James waved up Sirius and Peter, and they peered in at the sandy haired boy strumming the strings.
Remus was singing a soft melody to go along with the chords he was playing. When he finished, the three boys that had been watching him burst into applause. Remus's face turned red, and he shoved the guitar behind his back.
"That was fabulous, old chap, it really was," Sirius said, walking into the room.
"Play something again, man," James said, still clapping.
"Wow! Did you just teach yourself how to play?" Peter asked, clapping harder than James.
Remus was still blushing as he stood up. "I don't want to talk about it." He looked around at the 3 men, still smiling at him. "So, is it time for dinner?" He clapped his hands together and made his way to the door. Before he exited, however, Sirius and James grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him back.
"I think not, my friend. Not until you tell us how you learned."
Remus sighed. "My dad used to play guitar. I would watch him and try to remember what he did." He shrugged off their hands. "Can we go to dinner now?"
James smiled. "Sure."
****
The next day, Remus was playing the guitar again, this time in the common room. It was late, and for once James and Sirius had gone to bed early, saying that they were going to be needing a lot of sleep. Remus had the creeping suspicion that they were planning something. Peter had joined them shortly thereafter.
Consequently, the common room was nearly deserted.
"Oh, Remus! Where did you get a guitar?" Lily Evans asked, walking over to him. She sat down on the couch next to Remus, still staring at his fingers as he played. He looked up, blushing.
"It's Sirius's. He found it and fixed it up." He started strumming absentmindedly. Her dazzling green eyes were lit up.
"Can you play anything?" She lightly touched the edge, and ran her finger along it.
Remus gulped. He didn't want to give a concert. "I can play some stuff."
Lily smiled widely. "Will you?" He really didn't want to, but Lily seemed so excited. Clearing his throat, he started playing the same song he practiced yesterday. Secretly, she was surprised to hear him sing. His voice was kind of raspy and deep, in a good way.
There were a few mistakes, but Lily didn't seem to notice. She had closed her eyes and was smiling.
When he finished she opened her eyes and grinned at him. "You have a beautiful singing voice." This, of course, made Remus turn beet red.
"Uh, thanks." He set the guitar down and rubbed his eyes. He was starting to get very tired.
"I don't know why you hang out with that Potter. You're so nice, and smart." She shook her head. "He's so arrogant."
This was something Remus had hoped wouldn't come up. Trying not to piss off Lily, whom he liked a lot, but still remain loyal to his friend, he spoke. "I really don't want to talk about James, Lily. Please."
She stared at him for a moment, then smiled again. "You're a good friend, Remus."
He laughed softly. "That's what they tell me." Lily shifted closer to him.
"They're right," she whispered into his ear. Surprised, and slightly frightened, Remus turned to look at her.
"Lily, I don't think-" he was cut off by Lily pressing her lips against his. He was shocked. He returned the pressure, and their kiss grew in passion. When he finally pulled away, his hand shot up to his mouth.
Lily just smiled. "Good night, Remus." And, before he could utter a single word, she was gone.
****
The next day, Remus avoided James's eyes. He had absolutely no clue on what to do. He had kissed his best friend's crush.
"Oi, Moony, what's wrong?" Sirius asked at lunch that day.
"Yeah. You're being really quiet today," James added.
Remus took a long swig of pumpkin juice. "Oh, nothing. Just tired." He turned his attention back to his ham sandwich. Suddenly, inspiration overtook him. "Hey Sirius? Can I borrow your guitar again today?"
Sirius raised an eyebrow. "You're playing that thing a lot." At Remus's pleading look, he added, "Sure. It's in my trunk."
Remus smiled and jumped up. "Thanks Padfoot." With that, he ran out of the Great Hall.
"He loves that guitar, doesn't he?" James said, his eyes following the sandy-haired man out. "He didn't even finish his food."
"He's played it more than I have, and I'm the one who found it!" said Sirius, biting into his sandwich.
****
When Remus got back to Gryffindor tower, he ran straight up to his dormitory. He pulled out the guitar and grabbed a sheet of parchment, an ink bottle, and his quill. He brought it all downstairs and sat down. Alternating between writing and playing, he wrote down lyrics. When he was done, there were scratch marks all over the parchment, but there was a song. Remus picked up the guitar and played it through.
It sounded just how he wanted. He played it through a few more times, making small marks on the sheet.
When everyone came back from lunch, he was still sitting there perfecting the song.
"Remus? Is this what you've been doing?" James grabbed the paper and held it up, reading it. "I can barely read it."
Remus stood up to his full height, which made him a bit taller than James. "Good. That's mine." He snatched it back and stuffed it in his pocket. After glaring at James, he went back up to their room.
Sirius, who had been lazily eating an apple he nicked from the table, raised an eyebrow at James, who returned it. They bounded up the steps, Peter huffing behind to catch up.
"What's wrong with you, mate? What are you doing?" Sirius asked once they had arrived. Remus was sitting on his bed, the covers drawn about him. They could hear his quill, and the light ringing of the strings.
Remus shoved back the hangings. "Writing, alright?" He yelled, holding up the crumpled parchment. "Songs! I've been writing songs, ok? Go ahead an laugh!" He yanked the curtains back.
James turned to face Sirius. 'Songs?' he mouthed, a questioning look on his face. Sirius held up his arms and strummed the air. He mouthed back, 'guitar'. James nodded.
"Remus?" Sirius started carefully. It was nearing the full moon, and they knew that a werewolf would be very irritable during that time. "Remus, we're not going to laugh. Will you just come out?"
On his bed, Remus knew he was being stupid. They were his friends; they wouldn't laugh at him. He could tell them anything. Anything, except what happened last night. But that was very different from writing songs. "Yeah, ok." He slowly pulled the hangings back again to face his friends.
"Why would we laugh at you, Remus?" James asked.
Remus sighed. "I don't know. I'm just....it's near the full moon."
"Don't worry, buddy ol' pal, we won't hold it against you." Sirius clapped him on the shoulder.
"Are you going to play your song for us, Remus?" Peter spoke up. Remus sighed.
"Sure. Why not?" He sat down on the edge of the bed and rested the guitar. After a few deep breaths, he played his song. He didn't look up from his fingers the entire time, to save himself from the reactions of his friends.
He, of course, thought they would be trying to stifle their laughter. But he was quite wrong. When he opened his mouth to sing, the three of them were very surprised by the voice that came out, just like Lily was. They stood there, mouths open, listening to their friend's creation.
When he finished, Sirius was the first to speak. "You wrote that?" Remus nodded. "Wow."
"That was awesome, Moony," Peter said.
"Yeah. You wrote that while we were at lunch?" James asked. Remus nodded again, his face turning red. "Wow."
"I do say we've discovered a talent in our little werewolf." Sirius said, smirking. "C'mon. Let's go back to the common room." He turned, and the other three followed. When Remus went to put the guitar back, however, Sirius stopped him. "Bring it downstairs."
Suspicious, Remus did so. When he sat down, Sirius stood up on one of the tables in the common room and cleared his throat. "Ahem. May I have you attention please?" Everyone in the common room turned their head to look.
Remus realized what his friend was about to do, and tried to run for it. James caught him, however, and held him down in a chair. All he could do was cover his eyes and hope it was a bad dream. Unfortunately it wasn't.
"My dear friend Remus Lupin has a special talent. He is a great songwriter." There were a few murmurs going through the room. "His has written a fabulous song, and don't you all want to hear it?" There was a cheer, and Remus tried to sink into the chair. He was unsuccessful.
"Remus, the floor is yours." Sirius stepped down. Remus shot him the glare of death, but he just smiled widely in return. Sighing, Remus grabbed the guitar and looked around the room. He face was burning. As he scanned the room, his eyes fell on Lily. She was smiling.
Filled with a new resolve, he cleared his throat. "I call it Wonderwall." With that, he began.
"Today is gonna be the day That they're gonna throw it back to you/
By now you should've somehow Realized what you gotta do/
I don't believe that anybody Feels the way I do about you now/
Backbeat the word is on the street That the fire in your heart is out/
I'm sure you've heard it all before But you never really had a doubt/
I don't believe that anybody feels The way I do about you now/
And all the roads we have to walk are winding /
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding/
There are many things that I would Like to say to you/
But I don't know how
'Cause maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
And after all
You're my wonderwall
Today was gonna be the day But they'll never throw it back to you/
By now you should've somehow Realized what you're not to do/
I don't believe that anybody Feels the way I do/
About you now
And all the roads that lead you there are winding/
And all the lights that light the way are blinding/
There are many things that I would like to say to you/
But I don't know how/
I said maybe You're gonna be the one who saves me?
And after all
You re my wonderwall
I said maybe You're gonna be the one who saves me?
And after all You're my wonderwall
I said maybe
Your gonna be the one that saves me
Your gonna be the one that saves me
Your gonna be the one that saves me."
When he finished the song, there was, at least for Remus, an uncomfortable silence. Then, starting with his three best friends and Lily, an applause began. It grew in power until the noise could be heard outside the portrait. People were whistling and clapping as hard as they could. Remus's face was burning, but he was happy. Sirius pulled him onto the table and made him take a bow.
"Remus Lupin, folks! He'll be here all year!"
****
Whoa....that didn't turn out as I expected, but I like it. That Remus/Lily thing? Totally unplanned. I think it works, though. I will add more, I'm pretty sure of that, but reviews DO boost my ego and help me write better. *wink wink* *nudge nudge* *hint hint*
The song is called "Wonderwall" and it belongs to Oasis. Thank you Oasis, and J.K. Rowling. Sorry about the format of the song. I just can't get it to look right. Oh well.