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Anything in the parenthesis (. . .) is the future Remus's thoughts. Just thought I'd let you all know!
CH 3:
I couldn't understand how after nine plates of food, Sirius was still going. James had lost the battle of the endless stomach and was looking at several Gryffindors in Interest. I let out a sigh of relief when he just glanced at Lily then looked at Arabella. So maybe he wasn't interested. I really liked Lily, even if we just met. Crazy? Oh, yeah. But something about Lily was just so . . . attractive (am I sounding a little like the future James? Thought so.)
Dumbledore stood up eventually.
"I'd first like to say congratulations to our new Head Boy and Head Girl." There was applause when a Gryffindor boy and a Hufflepuff Girl stood up and bowed. We clapped along.
"Yes, congrats again! Furthermore, Mr. Argus Filch, our newest caretaker, has requested some twenty or so items not to be used in the corridors. The Forbidden Forest is yet again forbidden, hence the name, so students are absolutely NOT allowed in the forest," he gave a few people precarious looks, and then continued. There was a dangerous gleam in Sirius' eyes when the word 'Forbidden' came up. I shook my head. He was going to be hard to control. I looked to James and he had an evil grin as well. Great. Two of them . . . I looked at Peter and he was shaking out of his skin, probably imagining the scary things that would be in there, like werewolves . . . like me. I frowned, but part of me was glad that Peter wasn't the type to dive headfirst into trouble.
". . .years are to know that broomsticks aren't allowed for your year." I heard groans from Sirius and James, so I figured it was first years while I wasn't paying attention. "Quidditch tryouts, for those teams who need it are to be two Saturdays from now, for second years and above. I hope all of you have enjoyed the feast. I have nothing else to say, so please, Prefects show the first years to the appropriate dormitory. Thank you, and Good night!"
The school was a in a buzz after. Everyone was headed here or there and I saw the tall redhead fifth year stand up and start to yell, "First Years! First Years, this way!" A rather plump girl stood next to him, also with flaming red hair. She repeated what he said and the six of us went after him. He followed a series of twisting, ever changing staircases.
"This is the most direct paths to the dormitories. Oh, and watch out for the staircases, they like to change." We passed the staircases in amazement. I was rather fascinated with the portraits, swearing a few of them my mother and fathers had at home themselves. That was confirmed when one waved to me joyously and said, "Why, hello Master Lupin! Fancy seeing you here at Hogwarts. But, you are eleven now . . . Ahh. . .Good evening to you then!" I smiled and nodded to the portrait, but my face was burning as Peter was staring at me in awe.
"Peter, it was just a portrait saying hello . . .," I said trailing off. I grinned at Peter and he returned it, though a bit feebly. A thought popped in mind. "Peter, are you muggleborn?" I asked.
He nodded vigorously. "Hogwarts is amazing. I never knew all the stupid things as if making pudding fly out a window was magic! Well, I'm not really muggleborn, but me mum's a muggle, dad a squib. Bit of a nasty shock when my letter arrived. It took my dad to explain everything a good bloody three hours. Emphasis on the bloody!" he laughed. I was curious and Peter could tell so he went on. "My mum started to throw things when she realized what a big secret it was. She was so pissed off at him. She finally cooled down though and we got my things, and well here I am, now aren't I?"
Peter was finally warming up to us. Great Merlin, there were miracles in the world! I chuckled to myself as we headed up to the seventh floor. We paused in front of a giant portrait of a fat lady in a huge [overly] puffy pink dress.
"Password?" she asked in a ruffled voice.
"Pop Opera," Arthur Weasley, the Prefect said. [AN About the password, I was reading an article in the NY Times and saw an article about it. Couldn't think of anything else, so 'Pop Opera']. We stepped into the opening and went into our Common Room. The room was lavishly decorated, with plump cushioned chairs. The fire was inviting us to sit next to it as it warmly crackled in the fireplace.
:You will find your dormitories, boys, to the left. Girls will find the same to the right. You will find that your luggage was already been placed in your room. Lights out is at nine for the lot of you, so I hope you have a nice night. Any questions?" he asked, encouragingly. "No? Alright." He walked over to a chair and started messing with wires and what I figured as some muggle tool.
"Seriously, Arthur. Muggle contraptions still?" Molly, the plump girl, had said next to him. I turned to James.
"Fancy a race? First to the dormitory is king, last has to find the kitchens and bring us back food!" James declared. I agreed, but a bit hastily. The four of us lined up. Having wolfish instincts and abilities, I made a close second to James. James one by an inch and he opened the doors.
"We are totally immature!" I declared as I looked around the room. Four- poster beds draped in scarlet curtains. A window was above the bed that had James luggage under it. My bed was to the left of James, and closest to the bathroom. And the door. I smiled as Sirius and Peter had come in and were looking furious. That means they had to find the kitchens. I grinned from ear to ear.
"How about we find it right before we play the prank?" I said reasonably. That way we didn't get into to much trouble.
Sirius beamed as he fell onto his bed. "I second his vote!"
James sighed. "But I'm hungry!"
"After the way I saw you eat! I seriously doubt that!" I snorted.
"I'm a growing boy!" James whined more.
"So am I!" we countered, "but we're tired!"
He threw us a fierce look but gave in and took out pajamas. We sniggered because there was a teddy bear at the pocket. "What?" he asked. Peter pointed then started to laugh hysterically.
"Dude!" Sirius exclaimed! "TEDDY BEARS WERE OUT SOOO LAST YEAR!" James looked down and scowled. He muttered a spell and Sirius's boxers were covered in them.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DID YOU DO THAT FOR?"
"Stop insulting what I wear! OR do you not remember the pink boxers your mum has in your trunk?" he screamed back.
I rolled my eyes. I grabbed a towel and went to take a shower. Tomorrow would be a long day. But I made sure to hide my clothes before they started to do something rash. I made sure to also duck when a pillow came flying at my head.
"OY! Stop the bloody pillow fight!" I said, annoyed. I picked up the pillow and threw it at Sirius's head. He ducked out of the way and I hit Peter. He looked surprised at the rebuttal from me, but he just picked it up and threw it back at me, who in turn hit James as I dived under the bed. I came up to see James genuinely shocked and as he said, "Bloody hell! Watch where you're throwing that!"
Needless to say, I didn't get my shower and had to wake extra early, to my dismay. Especially since, we didn't go to sleep way past 11:00.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*End of a promising chapter I hope! They really bonded in that chapter, huh? ^_^ but it was a bit short!!!! I'll update soon if I get at least five reviews!!!! PLEASE!!! PLEASE!!!PLEASE!!!PLEASE!!!PLEASE!!!PLEASE!!!PLEASE!!!
Thanks a ton!!!!
I also was wondering if there was any one interested in being my beta for this story. If you wanna, please e-mail me! My e-mail is on the profile page!
Anything in the parenthesis (. . .) is the future Remus's thoughts. Just thought I'd let you all know!
CH 3:
I couldn't understand how after nine plates of food, Sirius was still going. James had lost the battle of the endless stomach and was looking at several Gryffindors in Interest. I let out a sigh of relief when he just glanced at Lily then looked at Arabella. So maybe he wasn't interested. I really liked Lily, even if we just met. Crazy? Oh, yeah. But something about Lily was just so . . . attractive (am I sounding a little like the future James? Thought so.)
Dumbledore stood up eventually.
"I'd first like to say congratulations to our new Head Boy and Head Girl." There was applause when a Gryffindor boy and a Hufflepuff Girl stood up and bowed. We clapped along.
"Yes, congrats again! Furthermore, Mr. Argus Filch, our newest caretaker, has requested some twenty or so items not to be used in the corridors. The Forbidden Forest is yet again forbidden, hence the name, so students are absolutely NOT allowed in the forest," he gave a few people precarious looks, and then continued. There was a dangerous gleam in Sirius' eyes when the word 'Forbidden' came up. I shook my head. He was going to be hard to control. I looked to James and he had an evil grin as well. Great. Two of them . . . I looked at Peter and he was shaking out of his skin, probably imagining the scary things that would be in there, like werewolves . . . like me. I frowned, but part of me was glad that Peter wasn't the type to dive headfirst into trouble.
". . .years are to know that broomsticks aren't allowed for your year." I heard groans from Sirius and James, so I figured it was first years while I wasn't paying attention. "Quidditch tryouts, for those teams who need it are to be two Saturdays from now, for second years and above. I hope all of you have enjoyed the feast. I have nothing else to say, so please, Prefects show the first years to the appropriate dormitory. Thank you, and Good night!"
The school was a in a buzz after. Everyone was headed here or there and I saw the tall redhead fifth year stand up and start to yell, "First Years! First Years, this way!" A rather plump girl stood next to him, also with flaming red hair. She repeated what he said and the six of us went after him. He followed a series of twisting, ever changing staircases.
"This is the most direct paths to the dormitories. Oh, and watch out for the staircases, they like to change." We passed the staircases in amazement. I was rather fascinated with the portraits, swearing a few of them my mother and fathers had at home themselves. That was confirmed when one waved to me joyously and said, "Why, hello Master Lupin! Fancy seeing you here at Hogwarts. But, you are eleven now . . . Ahh. . .Good evening to you then!" I smiled and nodded to the portrait, but my face was burning as Peter was staring at me in awe.
"Peter, it was just a portrait saying hello . . .," I said trailing off. I grinned at Peter and he returned it, though a bit feebly. A thought popped in mind. "Peter, are you muggleborn?" I asked.
He nodded vigorously. "Hogwarts is amazing. I never knew all the stupid things as if making pudding fly out a window was magic! Well, I'm not really muggleborn, but me mum's a muggle, dad a squib. Bit of a nasty shock when my letter arrived. It took my dad to explain everything a good bloody three hours. Emphasis on the bloody!" he laughed. I was curious and Peter could tell so he went on. "My mum started to throw things when she realized what a big secret it was. She was so pissed off at him. She finally cooled down though and we got my things, and well here I am, now aren't I?"
Peter was finally warming up to us. Great Merlin, there were miracles in the world! I chuckled to myself as we headed up to the seventh floor. We paused in front of a giant portrait of a fat lady in a huge [overly] puffy pink dress.
"Password?" she asked in a ruffled voice.
"Pop Opera," Arthur Weasley, the Prefect said. [AN About the password, I was reading an article in the NY Times and saw an article about it. Couldn't think of anything else, so 'Pop Opera']. We stepped into the opening and went into our Common Room. The room was lavishly decorated, with plump cushioned chairs. The fire was inviting us to sit next to it as it warmly crackled in the fireplace.
:You will find your dormitories, boys, to the left. Girls will find the same to the right. You will find that your luggage was already been placed in your room. Lights out is at nine for the lot of you, so I hope you have a nice night. Any questions?" he asked, encouragingly. "No? Alright." He walked over to a chair and started messing with wires and what I figured as some muggle tool.
"Seriously, Arthur. Muggle contraptions still?" Molly, the plump girl, had said next to him. I turned to James.
"Fancy a race? First to the dormitory is king, last has to find the kitchens and bring us back food!" James declared. I agreed, but a bit hastily. The four of us lined up. Having wolfish instincts and abilities, I made a close second to James. James one by an inch and he opened the doors.
"We are totally immature!" I declared as I looked around the room. Four- poster beds draped in scarlet curtains. A window was above the bed that had James luggage under it. My bed was to the left of James, and closest to the bathroom. And the door. I smiled as Sirius and Peter had come in and were looking furious. That means they had to find the kitchens. I grinned from ear to ear.
"How about we find it right before we play the prank?" I said reasonably. That way we didn't get into to much trouble.
Sirius beamed as he fell onto his bed. "I second his vote!"
James sighed. "But I'm hungry!"
"After the way I saw you eat! I seriously doubt that!" I snorted.
"I'm a growing boy!" James whined more.
"So am I!" we countered, "but we're tired!"
He threw us a fierce look but gave in and took out pajamas. We sniggered because there was a teddy bear at the pocket. "What?" he asked. Peter pointed then started to laugh hysterically.
"Dude!" Sirius exclaimed! "TEDDY BEARS WERE OUT SOOO LAST YEAR!" James looked down and scowled. He muttered a spell and Sirius's boxers were covered in them.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DID YOU DO THAT FOR?"
"Stop insulting what I wear! OR do you not remember the pink boxers your mum has in your trunk?" he screamed back.
I rolled my eyes. I grabbed a towel and went to take a shower. Tomorrow would be a long day. But I made sure to hide my clothes before they started to do something rash. I made sure to also duck when a pillow came flying at my head.
"OY! Stop the bloody pillow fight!" I said, annoyed. I picked up the pillow and threw it at Sirius's head. He ducked out of the way and I hit Peter. He looked surprised at the rebuttal from me, but he just picked it up and threw it back at me, who in turn hit James as I dived under the bed. I came up to see James genuinely shocked and as he said, "Bloody hell! Watch where you're throwing that!"
Needless to say, I didn't get my shower and had to wake extra early, to my dismay. Especially since, we didn't go to sleep way past 11:00.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*End of a promising chapter I hope! They really bonded in that chapter, huh? ^_^ but it was a bit short!!!! I'll update soon if I get at least five reviews!!!! PLEASE!!! PLEASE!!!PLEASE!!!PLEASE!!!PLEASE!!!PLEASE!!!PLEASE!!!
Thanks a ton!!!!