An; this is in Lupin 's point of view. Hmmm... who else do you want me to
do? Because I really like this chapter im going to upload it as a single
story too, but with a little more added.
Werewolf. 27
I've had an interesting life. Got bitten even before I came to Hogwarts. I never thought I would make anything of my life. I was a werewolf, and who can top that in terms of despondency? No one I know. Except maybe... nah. He's happy.
I'll be eternally grateful for the help Dumbledore gave me. The passage under the tree, the shrieking shack, the whomping willow. Such big things, all for me. Ill never be able to repay him, he let me have an education, and most importantly, friends.
James. James Potter. You could never tell with the Potter boy, is what the teachers would say. I would never have become his friend if he hadn't come up to me after one class and asked for help, him and Sirius, I would never have presumed to talk to him, the most popular, funniest guy in the school, and smart too. I think he didn't need help with History of Magic, but I'm certain peter – wormtail – did. Sirius came along to our sessions in the library, and slowly I became friends with them. I was terrified that they'd find out what I was, what I could become. They were kind to me, but they could also be cruel. Viciously so, when they wanted. I'm not surprised Severus hated –hates- us. We were horrible to him. Its funny the slant old age gives you. What am I thinking about? Im not that old... but boy, do I feel it. I think sometimes that I've seen more in my life, more pain and horror than many could even imagine. Its been a struggle.
I never really liked wormtail. I refuse to call him peter from here on. He had a weedy look about him, always agreeing with you. For heavens sake, you couldn't carry out a decent conversation with him, it was always, 'yes, I agree utterly' even if that agreement didn't agree with a statement he had said earlier, agreeing with somebody else.
Sirius. Sirius Black, the trouble maker. The only one of us besides me that saw Harry live to a young man. Headstrong, smart, comedian. He was a good friend. He at first only talked to me because James did, but then he saw me as a person, not as the spock of the class, like the Hermione of our time at Hogwarts. Its odd, the similar things that happened to us, Harry and Ron didn't like Hermione, now they do. They didn't like me, and then they did. I wonder whether it's hereditary. Sirius was devoted to James, and then Lily when she entered the picture. He did everything he could for them during their time of hiding, everything he could.
But that's jumping ahead.
When I came back from one of my spells in the shrieking shack they looked at me, all three of them, and I knew that they knew. I think I almost fainted. That would have been unforgivable, especially to me. Boys don't faint unless they're close to death. It's an unwritten rule. So I tried to act calm, sat and asked why they had followed me. James looked a mite ashamed, and Sirius explained. Wormtail looked petrified. I remember feeling a flicker of annoyance then. I was human, like I could suddenly attack him! They told me that they had followed me, and why. I suppose I expected them to find out, sooner or later, but I hoped they wouldn't.
Instead of not being my friends, they did something wonderful. They became Animagi, just for me. I was amazed, embarrassed and overjoyed all at once. It's hard to describe the elation I felt. From then on we were the marauders. Moony, Padfoot, Prongs and Wormtail.
It wasn't long after that that Lily came onto the scene. She was mad at us a couple of times, once for Snape, another for teasing a shyer boy. I think it was her courage and anger that first attracted James to her. He obstinately refused that he was interested, but often Sirius and I would see him look around or her. It was almost comical, the way they shouted at each other, each of them walking away smiling after the fight, but smiling in such a way that only good friends would notice. Sirius and I never stopped teasing him about it. Lily too, I remember once I lay in wait for her and caught her up when she was alone in a corridor. She growled at me. I laughed and commented that she and James were like to Dragons courting. She went so red and I disappeared before she could Bat Boogey me. Later, in the library I saw her looking at a book on dragons. Apparently she hadn't known that dragons court by fighting. I watched her face redden as she read it. She shut the book with a snap, saw me looking. I smiled at her secretively and made the motion of cross my heart at her. And hope to die. Not. Like I would keep it a secret for long. I said the same thing to James. He looked it up too. What he didn't notice is that Sirius and I were watching, or that Lily was in the same isle of books, and watching him out of the corner of her eye. She asked him what he was reading. He showed her. They chatted. The rest is pretty much history. Sirius handed me the galleon he owed me. I crowed. What a match! All my fault, of course. I wonder what Harry would think if he knew he owed his existence to me? He'd probably hit me.
Then, Dark Times began. We stayed friends, all of us. Except for Peter. At the time I thought he was just petrified of the Dark Lord. No I know he was petrified of us finding out where his loyalties really were. Sometimes I wonder, if Sirius hadn't backed out of being secret keeper, if ... if, if, if. Ifing isn't going to help them now.
I remember the fist time I saw Harry. A small baby, wrapped in a blue blanket, with laughing green eyes. I don't know whether he knows that Madame Pomfrey delivered him. Probably not, she's not the sort to talk of the past, is our Poppy. Anyway, I held him, congratulated James and Lily, and wished I had someone special. But only for a moment. I could never risk passing my –er...problem- on to my children. Perhaps one day when someone finds a permanent cure. I'll borrow money and do it. Then... well, maybe.
When I heard that Lily and James are dead I saw them in front of me, slowly fading backwards, Lily's face smiling at her child, James smiling at me, both fading into nothing. I was heartache in the purest sense. I felt so betrayed, for, at that time I thought it was Sirius who had betrayed is all. I regret that now. I knew Sirius so well. The grief in his eyes was so real.
But at the same time I was immensely relieved that Harry had not died. His dear, sweet mother had me pinned as an uncle and I was happy to fill the place. But it was for James that my grief soared. No one had been as kind, save Dumbledore. I was alone, so suddenly.
I should have known when he gave his motorcycle to Hagrid what was going to happen. I found out minutes later of course, but still, maybe I could have done something. I was there on the street when he went after Wormtail. I got blown backwards, saw the finger, and couldn't believe what Sirius had done. Sirius collapsed, sobbing, just in time to be arrested. I felt for him, but I felt so betrayed that I could barely think. It was Dumbledore that came and got me. All I could think was that I was the last of the marauders. Sirius would surely be dead after a few days in Azkaban.
Eleven years went by, so fast. I often thought of Harry, even tried to convince Dumbledore to let me take him. I had heard from a concerned McGonagall that he was with the worst sort of muggle. I remember laughing at their attempts to stop Harry from going to Hogwarts, as Dumbledore told me. He had made sure he kept in touch over the years, as I was shunted from here to there, losing job after job, getting thinner, bitterer, tireder.
Then I was offered the job at Hogwarts. I jumped at the chance to see the castle, Poppy, McGonagall, Flitwick and the fat lady again. The only drawback was Snape. He had changed from the quiet sniveler I once knew. He was now a full blown dickhead. I never really trusted him during the war days but now I had to work with him again. He felt the same way, especially since he wanted the job I got. But he made the potion I needed, and somehow we managed to act cordially.
On the train. The first time I had seen Harry in twelve years. He was so pale. I wondered what he had seen when he had blacked out. But I managed to act as if I didn't know him, didn't know his parents. That felt like a betrayal. I made up for it by teaching Harry the Patronus. It saved him and Sirius. I'm glad it did.
Now I can't help but wonder if I'll see Harry again. I hope so, but he's a Potter. You never know with Potters.
An; well, that's Lupin. Just to let you know without having to read a conversation that I have 400 reviews all up now. More, probably by the time this is uploaded. Thanks.
I know its short, but I'm going back to school tomorrow (year 12!!) and I have to go to bed early for a six o'clock start. Sigh. I hate getting up. The school I don't mind but I really REALLY DON'T LIKE GETTING UP EARLY!! I think I'll take a year off. I think. I don't know. Oh well. Who else is going back to school this week? Hmmm? Most Aussies I reckon, not too sure though. What about u Uk peeples? Waaaaaaah. The drudgery begins.....
Well, actually, I'm back at skool now, but I'm a little behind with my updating. Life can often get in the way. I HAD HOMEWORK THE FIRST DAY!!!! That is so unfair! We had to go to our classes for the year and spend twenty minutes in each. My first class, Psychology, first twenty minutes AND MY +++***%%$$ TEACHER GAVE US HOMEWORK!!! How crap is that??? ARRRGGGHH! "Write one hundred and fifty words defining Psychology" he says, "and read first two chapters" he says. Grrrr!!
Well thanx for letting me rant for a little. C u next chappie. Snape. Ugh. Then maybe Hagrid...dunno yet.
Werewolf. 27
I've had an interesting life. Got bitten even before I came to Hogwarts. I never thought I would make anything of my life. I was a werewolf, and who can top that in terms of despondency? No one I know. Except maybe... nah. He's happy.
I'll be eternally grateful for the help Dumbledore gave me. The passage under the tree, the shrieking shack, the whomping willow. Such big things, all for me. Ill never be able to repay him, he let me have an education, and most importantly, friends.
James. James Potter. You could never tell with the Potter boy, is what the teachers would say. I would never have become his friend if he hadn't come up to me after one class and asked for help, him and Sirius, I would never have presumed to talk to him, the most popular, funniest guy in the school, and smart too. I think he didn't need help with History of Magic, but I'm certain peter – wormtail – did. Sirius came along to our sessions in the library, and slowly I became friends with them. I was terrified that they'd find out what I was, what I could become. They were kind to me, but they could also be cruel. Viciously so, when they wanted. I'm not surprised Severus hated –hates- us. We were horrible to him. Its funny the slant old age gives you. What am I thinking about? Im not that old... but boy, do I feel it. I think sometimes that I've seen more in my life, more pain and horror than many could even imagine. Its been a struggle.
I never really liked wormtail. I refuse to call him peter from here on. He had a weedy look about him, always agreeing with you. For heavens sake, you couldn't carry out a decent conversation with him, it was always, 'yes, I agree utterly' even if that agreement didn't agree with a statement he had said earlier, agreeing with somebody else.
Sirius. Sirius Black, the trouble maker. The only one of us besides me that saw Harry live to a young man. Headstrong, smart, comedian. He was a good friend. He at first only talked to me because James did, but then he saw me as a person, not as the spock of the class, like the Hermione of our time at Hogwarts. Its odd, the similar things that happened to us, Harry and Ron didn't like Hermione, now they do. They didn't like me, and then they did. I wonder whether it's hereditary. Sirius was devoted to James, and then Lily when she entered the picture. He did everything he could for them during their time of hiding, everything he could.
But that's jumping ahead.
When I came back from one of my spells in the shrieking shack they looked at me, all three of them, and I knew that they knew. I think I almost fainted. That would have been unforgivable, especially to me. Boys don't faint unless they're close to death. It's an unwritten rule. So I tried to act calm, sat and asked why they had followed me. James looked a mite ashamed, and Sirius explained. Wormtail looked petrified. I remember feeling a flicker of annoyance then. I was human, like I could suddenly attack him! They told me that they had followed me, and why. I suppose I expected them to find out, sooner or later, but I hoped they wouldn't.
Instead of not being my friends, they did something wonderful. They became Animagi, just for me. I was amazed, embarrassed and overjoyed all at once. It's hard to describe the elation I felt. From then on we were the marauders. Moony, Padfoot, Prongs and Wormtail.
It wasn't long after that that Lily came onto the scene. She was mad at us a couple of times, once for Snape, another for teasing a shyer boy. I think it was her courage and anger that first attracted James to her. He obstinately refused that he was interested, but often Sirius and I would see him look around or her. It was almost comical, the way they shouted at each other, each of them walking away smiling after the fight, but smiling in such a way that only good friends would notice. Sirius and I never stopped teasing him about it. Lily too, I remember once I lay in wait for her and caught her up when she was alone in a corridor. She growled at me. I laughed and commented that she and James were like to Dragons courting. She went so red and I disappeared before she could Bat Boogey me. Later, in the library I saw her looking at a book on dragons. Apparently she hadn't known that dragons court by fighting. I watched her face redden as she read it. She shut the book with a snap, saw me looking. I smiled at her secretively and made the motion of cross my heart at her. And hope to die. Not. Like I would keep it a secret for long. I said the same thing to James. He looked it up too. What he didn't notice is that Sirius and I were watching, or that Lily was in the same isle of books, and watching him out of the corner of her eye. She asked him what he was reading. He showed her. They chatted. The rest is pretty much history. Sirius handed me the galleon he owed me. I crowed. What a match! All my fault, of course. I wonder what Harry would think if he knew he owed his existence to me? He'd probably hit me.
Then, Dark Times began. We stayed friends, all of us. Except for Peter. At the time I thought he was just petrified of the Dark Lord. No I know he was petrified of us finding out where his loyalties really were. Sometimes I wonder, if Sirius hadn't backed out of being secret keeper, if ... if, if, if. Ifing isn't going to help them now.
I remember the fist time I saw Harry. A small baby, wrapped in a blue blanket, with laughing green eyes. I don't know whether he knows that Madame Pomfrey delivered him. Probably not, she's not the sort to talk of the past, is our Poppy. Anyway, I held him, congratulated James and Lily, and wished I had someone special. But only for a moment. I could never risk passing my –er...problem- on to my children. Perhaps one day when someone finds a permanent cure. I'll borrow money and do it. Then... well, maybe.
When I heard that Lily and James are dead I saw them in front of me, slowly fading backwards, Lily's face smiling at her child, James smiling at me, both fading into nothing. I was heartache in the purest sense. I felt so betrayed, for, at that time I thought it was Sirius who had betrayed is all. I regret that now. I knew Sirius so well. The grief in his eyes was so real.
But at the same time I was immensely relieved that Harry had not died. His dear, sweet mother had me pinned as an uncle and I was happy to fill the place. But it was for James that my grief soared. No one had been as kind, save Dumbledore. I was alone, so suddenly.
I should have known when he gave his motorcycle to Hagrid what was going to happen. I found out minutes later of course, but still, maybe I could have done something. I was there on the street when he went after Wormtail. I got blown backwards, saw the finger, and couldn't believe what Sirius had done. Sirius collapsed, sobbing, just in time to be arrested. I felt for him, but I felt so betrayed that I could barely think. It was Dumbledore that came and got me. All I could think was that I was the last of the marauders. Sirius would surely be dead after a few days in Azkaban.
Eleven years went by, so fast. I often thought of Harry, even tried to convince Dumbledore to let me take him. I had heard from a concerned McGonagall that he was with the worst sort of muggle. I remember laughing at their attempts to stop Harry from going to Hogwarts, as Dumbledore told me. He had made sure he kept in touch over the years, as I was shunted from here to there, losing job after job, getting thinner, bitterer, tireder.
Then I was offered the job at Hogwarts. I jumped at the chance to see the castle, Poppy, McGonagall, Flitwick and the fat lady again. The only drawback was Snape. He had changed from the quiet sniveler I once knew. He was now a full blown dickhead. I never really trusted him during the war days but now I had to work with him again. He felt the same way, especially since he wanted the job I got. But he made the potion I needed, and somehow we managed to act cordially.
On the train. The first time I had seen Harry in twelve years. He was so pale. I wondered what he had seen when he had blacked out. But I managed to act as if I didn't know him, didn't know his parents. That felt like a betrayal. I made up for it by teaching Harry the Patronus. It saved him and Sirius. I'm glad it did.
Now I can't help but wonder if I'll see Harry again. I hope so, but he's a Potter. You never know with Potters.
An; well, that's Lupin. Just to let you know without having to read a conversation that I have 400 reviews all up now. More, probably by the time this is uploaded. Thanks.
I know its short, but I'm going back to school tomorrow (year 12!!) and I have to go to bed early for a six o'clock start. Sigh. I hate getting up. The school I don't mind but I really REALLY DON'T LIKE GETTING UP EARLY!! I think I'll take a year off. I think. I don't know. Oh well. Who else is going back to school this week? Hmmm? Most Aussies I reckon, not too sure though. What about u Uk peeples? Waaaaaaah. The drudgery begins.....
Well, actually, I'm back at skool now, but I'm a little behind with my updating. Life can often get in the way. I HAD HOMEWORK THE FIRST DAY!!!! That is so unfair! We had to go to our classes for the year and spend twenty minutes in each. My first class, Psychology, first twenty minutes AND MY +++***%%$$ TEACHER GAVE US HOMEWORK!!! How crap is that??? ARRRGGGHH! "Write one hundred and fifty words defining Psychology" he says, "and read first two chapters" he says. Grrrr!!
Well thanx for letting me rant for a little. C u next chappie. Snape. Ugh. Then maybe Hagrid...dunno yet.