Title:
Cursed / Remus 1/2
Author: Siren M.
Archive: fanfiction.net, SBRL list and whoever who wants it just please tell me
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Summary: Total AU, MWPP era, Poor Remus is cursed but in a different way. Anime
crossover!
Spoilers: none
Rating: general
Disclaimer: If Harry Potter was mine, I wouldn't be writing fanfics would I? So
no, none of the characters are mine ^^
Warnings: none whatsoever ....urm...unless you count the ridiculousness and the
idiocy of the writer ^_^`9 Oh and it's self-edited, so be warned of bad grammar,
stupid spelling mistakes, dumb mistakes that could have been avoidable if I
wasn't so bloody thick and the list goes on... ^^ I think that's about it.
Feedback: sairenm@hotmail.com or siren_m@yyhmail.com
Notes: "..." is speech, while [...] are thoughts
Part 3
"Where is that dumb book of mine?!" Remus muttered to himself, brushing a stray strand away from his face. He ducked to look underneath Sirius' bed but quickly backed away from the shadowed area, wondering what he had just seen, then quickly decided that he didn't want to know. He dropped the bed cover back to it's place and begin to look through his trunk again for the umpteenth time.
Then the dorm door opened and Peter came bumbling in, looking at the texts in his arms.
"Did you find it, Remus?" the blond asked timidly. Remus looked up from his trunk and shook his head, mumbling a short disappointed "no", sighing.
"I can't find it in the common room, either, sorry," Peter muttered, looking ashamed.
"It's alright," Remus said sighing as he stood, straightening his clothes. "I'll just have to share with someone. I hope Professor McGonagall don't mind."
"You can share mine!" Peter offered enthusiastically.
"Thanks, Peter," Remus smiled and the other blond brightened visibly.
"HEY, mate!" the door banged opened and in bounded Padfoot, the amazing bouncing dog. At least, that was the impression that Remus got, seeing Sirius jump up and down with a very big smile plastered on his handsome face.
"What are you guys doing!?" Sirius shouted, as if the other two occupant was a thousand miles away.
"Nothing," Remus answered, shaking his head, struggling to not roll his eyes at the hyperactive animagus.
"Aw! Come on!" Sirius whined loudly, pouting adorably at Remus, who finally couldn't help but roll his eyes.
"Come on, Peter," Remus said, collecting his books from his bed.
"REmy!" Remus winced as Sirius latched onto his shoulder, shouting by his ear. "I'm bo~red!"
"Well, go to class then," Remus replied, trying to get away from the raven haired boy, "There's Transfigurations in ten minutes, Siri. If you don't want McGonagall to skin you alive and use your hide as a rug, I suggest you get your books now."
"But I don't wanna go," the black haired boy whined, throwing his other arm on Peter who was walking beside them, "Besides, we dun need it. We're all animagus! We're far ahead of the class!"
Remus rolled his eyes heavenwards again, then glared at the dark haired boy, "Yeah, thanks to you!" he replied sarcastically.
Now practically clinging on both blonde, Sirius grinned, unrepentant.
Three years prior, in what Remus had assumed as a totally-at-the-moment-insanity, Sirius, after reading a chapter in a Transfiguration text, (far past the syllables that they were supposed to be studying, Remus might add) had jumped up and announced that he had the most brilliant idea for the Marauders. The idiotic self-claimed-transfiguration-genius, had dared them all to become animagus.
At first, all three of them shot him down without a second thought but he, like every time he became obsessed with an idea, was persistent and stubborn. He went on for months after, bugging and pestering them, giving them hell and calling them chickens, cowards and what nots.
Finally, to Remus' extreme horror, James accepted the challenge.
Because, James had said or rather, announced, this concerns the marauder's honour. No challenge should be left unchallenged.
"Yeah, right~", Remus had replied dryly, leveling a stare at both animagus-wanna-be. "And I'll kindly help by calling Ms Pomfrey for you when you get stuck with a bear's head instead of your own big head."
Peter, of course, didn't agree too, being barely capable of turning a teapot into a tortoise much less learning a difficult spell such as that.
But Sirius, the persistent sod that he was, didn't give up. He worked on it so much that Remus, against his better judgment (he suspected that he was infected with their insanity as well), helped the two prankster extraordinaire in their research for the animagus spell.
It had worked, more smoothly than any of them had expected. Even for Wormtail, a named bestowed on Peter with the acquittal of his animagus form, a rat with a long worm-like tail. Maybe it was meant for them to succeed, Remus had contemplated at that time, watching his friends turn into the animals of their form. Padfoot, the black Grim like dog, Prongs, the regal stag with awe inspiring powerful antlers, and of course, Wormtail. And himself...
"Get away from me Padfoot. You smell!" Remus winkled his sensitive nose in a mock affront, pushing away from the pouting star-named Gryffindor. "What were you doing before this? Savaging the garbage bin?"
"Hey! I resent that!" Sirius exclaimed, then paused. He shrugged and added, "Provided, I did roll around in the leaves as Padfoot..."
"Figures," Pete muttered, trying to slink away from the hyperactive Gryffindor.
"But I do NOT smell like a dumpster!"
"Oh, I beg to differ," Remus sniffed delicately, covering his nose with his hand, trying to cover his smile at Padfoot's insulted expression.
"RE-!"
"Hey, Kids! What are you guys still doing here!" James appeared suddenly from a corner, hurriedly pushing the trio towards the direction of the Transfigurations classroom. "Transfiguration starts in five minutes!"
"James! You wanker! Where the hell were you!? I was looking for you all day!" Sirius demanded, forgetting his mock anger at Remus for insulting his personal hygiene.
"I was in the Greenhouse, checking on my assignment. I told you that this morning. You weren't listening, were you?" James shot back.
"Yes, I was," Sirius insisted stubbornly, crossing his arms.
"Oh, yeah. Right. So that's why you didn't react when I told you that you're a ostrich-brained git," James said, deadpanned.
"Hey! Take that back!"
"No!" James stuck his tongue out at Sirius in pure childishness, prompting the other dark haired Gyffindor to chase after him.
Remus rolled his eyes and shook his head. [Children...]
******
It was an hour before Potions, a free period the Marauders were using to study in the common room, quite unsurprising actually. The OWLs were approaching after all. James was trying to tutor Wormtail while observing Sirius go into oblivion, yet again, as Remus try to get him to pay attention to his explanations.
[There he goes again.] James thought, raising an eyebrow at Sirius' odd behaviour. Opposite of him, Remus sighed in exasperation, closing the DADA text that he held with a snap. The sound finally woke Sirius from his daydream, storm gray eyes snapping back to reality as he jumped in his seat.
"Uh, Remus?" Sirius asked, wide-eyed as if trying to convince Remus that he was innocent, but it didn't work because the brown haired teen continued to scowl at him.
"You're not listening. Again," Remus scolded the gray eyed Gryffindor.
"I was!" Sirius denied quickly. An automatic defense mechanism, Remus reflected.
"No, you're hearing but not listening," Remus said, picking up one of his other texts and opening it. He went on the pretext of reading his book as he ignored the ramblings of his dark haired friend.
"There's a difference?" Peter leaned over and asked James, who shrugged carelessly, watching his two best friend squabble.
"What~" Sirius whined, trying to maintain the innocent look that failed to work on the brown haired Gryffindor. He didn't understand why, when it seem to work on all the girls that he knew. Provided, of course, Remus wasn't a girl. But, damn, sometimes he really acted like one, not to mention the fact that he looked like one too.
"Look, Sirius, the OWLs are approaching," Remus berated, "If you don't want to listen to me rambling then you shouldn't have asked for my help and waste my time." With that said, Remus snapped his book shut and begin to pack his things.
Sirius sat like a stone blinking stupidly as Remus shoved his books into his bag, got up from his seat and left.
James leaned over to Sirius from where he was sitting, and whacked him on the head, hard.
"OAU! HEY!"
"You moron!" James scowl back at Sirius who was glaring at him, rubbing his head sullenly.
"Stupid James! Why the hell did you do that for!?" Sirius demanded.
"Because you're an idiot," James said, Peter nodded in agreement. "Aggravating Rem like that. He's stressed and you're making it worst for him."
"What! I didn't do anything!" Sirius pouted.
"Exactly," James muttered astutely, ignoring the confused look on his friends' face.
******
"Insensitive prick!" Remus muttered, dumping his books on his bed as he fumed. Straightening, his gaze settled on the open window and the appealing scenery outside. The clear blue sky, highlighting the brown and reds of the trees. It was an unusually warm autumn afternoon, perfect for a walk, Remus decided.
He grabbed his scarf, wound it around his neck and left his dorm, ignoring his friends when they asked him were he was going. He wanted to be alone. Let them think that he was angry. Though, in actuality, he was still a little pissed at Sirius.
For what though, he thought to himself, trying to decipher why he would be so angry at Sirius for his lack of attention.
Remus exited the portrait, into the halls, walked out the court and out into the crispy cool autumn air.
For his ignorance. Perhaps, Remus mused.
"Sirius. You're an idiot." He voiced out, as if that was the end of that. Either way, he decided that he needed a run.
He walked towards the lake, then turned into the forest, looking around to see if there was anyone around.
No one.
With an impish grin, he burst into a run. He was only half conscious of his blending into his animagus form. He was just a golden blur to those who saw him, running into the forest, not minding the branches and twigs that caressed him as he drifted past the trees.
He wasn't named Lupin as Sirius wasn't named after the dog star for nothing. The golden wolf ran like the wind, unseen by those present.
*****
Potions was a trying period for Sirius. He could hardly concentrate on the ingredients and the timing, because Remus was still ignoring him and wouldn't even look at his direction as he went about brewing his own potion.
Sirius had to settle for glaring Remus' potions partner, Severus Snape, as if it was his fault.
"Siri! What are you doing!?" James hissed, grabbing hold of the bottle of pickled root worms before the canine animagus could drop the dead invertebrates into the cauldron. "You're supposed to weigh those first! Focus, you mutt!"
"Who are you calling a mutt, fork head!" Sirius hissed back angrily. The two boys then spent several minutes conducting a glaring competition. And while they were doing so, they missed the cue in which they were supposed to pour the pickled worms, then Sirius just had to dump in more than was required. Either by mistake or deliberately, James couldn't decide.
Of course, their carelessness was, inevitably, rewarded with two nights of detention. Two nights, because the end result of their brew was horrific to say. Especially to those who had been the receiving end of the it. It meaning the detonation of the cauldron of their oh so creative potion. Needless to say, many of their classmates spent an hour or so in the infirmary getting their wounds healed by Ms Pomfrey.
Gifted by their ability to react quickly in order to avoid getting caught most of the time, the four marauders managed to escape unscathed. This, of course, lead their potions master to believe that they (as in, all four of them) had been planning to cause trouble from the start. Though both Remus and Peter was not even using the same cauldron, all four of them received the same punishment.
First, Remus was angry with him. Now, all three of them were angry with him. Sirius groaned as he mopped up the remnants of his potions. True enough, the other members of the Marauders were glaring at him.
I am so dead when I get back to Gryffindor Tower, he thought.
Indeed. The three other Marauders made sure of it.
*****
Remus cursed like no one's business, wringing her wet robes. Leaving a wet trail, she sloshed towards the castle, trying to look as inconspicuous as an attractive young girl, that was as wet as hell and equally as angry, possibly could.
She would so like to get her hands on the one that pushed her into the lake.
And ho ho, she had her way of finding out. And boy, would the culprit, whoever he was, suffer or her name wasn't Lupin. Clenching her teeth, she looked around before darting into the hallways. She hated being wet (outside of the bathroom) and worst still, she hated being cold. And being Female.
The day had started well enough. They had exacted their revenge on Sirius last night for causing them unjustified punishment (it was unjustified for them because they were punished and they didn't even have a hand in creating the chaos). And this morning, to Remus' eternal joy and surprise, there was chocolate cake served for breakfast.
Classes had gone quite well enough, his name wasn't called by the Professors, not even once. Partly because Sirius got all the unwanted attention. All in all, it was a pretty good starting to the day, and to wrap it all up, he didn't even once got wet. With cold water. Until now.
Fuming angrily, she tugged at the ribbon binding her hair, letting lose the hair that she had braided this morning. She didn't like letting her hair lose. Heck, she didn't even like long hair. Not anymore anyway.
She didn't know what had possessed her to even ask her mother if he could grow his hair long when he was younger. His somewhat demented (in a nice but weird way) father, insisted on letting him grow his hair long when his mom objected his request, explaining to her that since he was 'a growing girl, she needs her vanities' in a perfectly straight face. Remus, who was around thirteen at that time, had stared at his father in horror so hard that his mom had burst out laughing at his incredulous expression before he realized that his father was joking.
They let him grow his hair though. They were pretty liberal. Remus could do most things that normal parents would never let their children do. Like play pranks and get away with it. So long as Remus didn't do anything that could potentially hurt himself/herself or others, they were alright. They had a good sense of humor that all the Marauders appreciate.
But appreciation was far from Remus' mind right now.
While she, or rather he, at that moment anyway, was having his evening walk, (he had decided to walk in the direction of the lake) someone had pushed him into the freezing cold lake.
She had swam towards the opposite banks, somehow despite the cold, her mind had told her that if she were to resurface and climb out of the banks she had fallen from, someone would see him as her. So she swam, away from her culprit and the people that was gathering from where he fell. Inevitably, saving the culprit from painful death.
Which would come later, Remus decided, shivering in the autumn evening chill. She hurriedly passed a few students that gave her wondering looks that she ignored. She sneezed, turned a corner, and was confronted with a few Slytherins surrounding a scowling brown-haired boy that she recognized as a Hufflepuff Quidditch player.
Wanting nothing more than to get back to her dorm to shower and clean all the lake muck that she just KNEW was sticking to her very being, she wanted to ignore the slight disruption that was happening in front of her.
But the Slytherins, like Slytherins, couldn't just let it go. Seeing her obvious indication that she was a Gryffindor, they wouldn't, of course, let her go that easily. And being a 'dainty' looking GIRL, it made it harder for her to escape them. Not that she was trying to escape. She just didn't want to get into trouble.
But then again. Trouble was always attached with the name Marauders.
A thought to be mused, Remus thought to herself briefly before an ugly looking 6th year Slytherin approached her.
"Well, well, what do we have here?"
That again?
"Don't you people have any other pick up lines or are you just too stupid to come up with more original ones?" Remus asked sarcastically with deadpanned expression. Remus was amazed that the Slytherin actually had the decency to blush.
Moron, Remus thought to herself, restraining from saying that out loud.
"Why you?" the red-faced Slytherin spluttered, but he was elbowed out of the way by another larger Slytherin.
"Pretty, aren't you?" Milicent crooned, looking down at her wet figure.
"Compared to you? Even a bullfrog can be called pretty," Remus shot back, deadpanned. It was true though, large, troll-like, square-jawed but weak-eyed, Milicent could give a Manticore a nightmare.
"You little bitch!" Milicent grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled it forcefully, eyes narrowing in anger.
Okay, that's the last straw, Remus decided, closing her eyes. No one. Absolutely no one touches her hair except herself and her mother. Having totally forgotten her initial and often reoccurring hatred for her hair, she released her anger.
"Woah!" the Hufflepuff let out in awe as the deceptively frail looking autumn haired girl broke the Slytherin's nose with a small pale fist.
Shouting in pain, the Slytherin let go of her hair. In a swift movement, Remus delivered an elbow into Milicent's stomach
Idiots, Remus thought to herself, if you think that I didn't learn anything from being a Marauder, then you're sorely mistaken.
The other Sytherins roared. Like the beasts that they are, Remus thought to herself. She then proceeded to break the teeth off of the nearest one with the heel of her palm. Amazing what one can learn watching Muggle TV, Remus mused to herself as she ducked Goyle's clumsy fingers. But she was outnumbered, there's only so much one can do with fists. She needed her wand. Remus fumbled for her wand when a strong pair of hands suddenly caught her waist.
"Gotcha!" Lestrange crowed.
Damn!
The Hufflepuff didn't stand watching like a moron. He spun into action too when he saw the girl caught, pulling out his wand from his robes.
"Let her go!" he warned but was interrupted by Avery who already had his wand out.
"Expelliarmus!"
"Too slow, Smith!" Avery sneered as Smith's wand flew from his hand. Smith looked on helplessly, now unarmed and outnumbered.
"Looks like we're going to have some fun, boys," Lestrange sneered, holding tight onto the girl's small waist as she tried to struggle out of his grip.
"Pretty," Rookwood murmured, grasping the pale face by the chin. She glared at him before kicking him in the groin.
"Let-" Remus brought her arm up and landed an elbow hard into Lestrange's face. "GO!"
Avery had jumped when Rookwood was attacked and when the girl broke Lestrange's jaw, he pointed her wand at her.
"Petri-"
"Stupefy!"
Remus turned in time to see Avery knock back into a wall, unconscious.
"Lily!"
"You okay?" the redhead asked, running towards the brown haired girl.
"Yeah," Remus replied, sweeping her hair out of her face.
"What in the world just happened? Why were they attacking you?" Lily asked, worry creasing her brows.
"It's my fault," the Hufflepuff, Smith, admitted, "I got into a fight with them when Miss...er..." he looked at Remus.
"When I interrupted by walking by," she finished.
"Yeah, urm...that's..." Smith mumbled, abashed.
"Well, I've got to go," Remus said curtly, jumping over Rookwood, who was rolling on the ground in pain. She had not forgotten that she was still female and currently as wet as a drowned rat. She wanted to get out of there, get hot water and turned back to male.
But unfortunately, Lily had other ideas.
"You're going to the Common Room, aren't you," the redhead asked, "I'll go with you." Leaving behind a still stunned Hufflepuff, she grasped Remus hand and pulled her along.
"But-," Rmeus, wide eyed, let her pull them out of sight and hearing distance of Smith before she continued, "I'm not going to the Common Room."
"It's okay, then," Lily said, letting go of her hand and turning to look at her in the eyes.
"Okay, I'm going this way," Remus said quickly, pointing another direction opposite of the Common Room. Nervously, she shuffled as Lily continued to stare at her. Then Lily nodded.
"Alright," the redhead said. Remus breathed out.
"Okay, see you around," she said quickly, turning with a wave, but Lily stopped her.
"Wait, I have something of yours," Lily said, rummaging her backpack. She withdrew out Remus' textbook and handed it to him. "You left this with me when we crashed into each other."
"Thank you," Remus smiled, taking her transfiguration book. "I've been looking all over for this, I can't believe I'm so clumsy."
"Oh, not at all. And, you're welcome, *Remus*," Lily replied, smiling pleasantly. Then she turned and went her way, leaving a stunned, frozen female Remus, staring at her wake.
tbc
^___^` Ano... gomen nasai...Uh uuhh.... I mean i'm soo sorry for the big mistake. when I reread this, I found that the sequence doesn't seem to tally, so I reedited this, along with the next chapter. I'm also sooo sorry for not updating for so long. I'm just such a lazy arse!! I can't help it!!! (not to mention that I had to suffer through my assignments and incoming exams because I'm too lazy to study) ^_^* I'm soo lazy I make myself angry, can u believe that!? ^_^`
I'm not good with fighting scenes. Remus seemed to be using his fist a lot, doesn't he? Sorry if he seems a little too out of character. but that' how i envision him if he was to live without the curse of the werewolf. A little more out of control, a little more confident, a little less reserved. Well, that's my thoughts anyway. next chap coming up.
