Before you lovely people read this, I would like you all to read this, all right?

I'm working quite hard on this, and I'm hoping for it to span over the seven years of school and even out of school, but I would like your input on something. The biggest time gap I have planned is only one month. Would you rather my gaps be shorter than that? Or do you enjoy long gaps in the story where it skips from one year to two years later? Personally, I think that chops up a story, but if nothing important happens in the time that is skipped, do you feel that it is necessary to at least write a little to show that they were, in fact, alive during that time?

Also, I took special liberties with the appearance of the 11-year-old marauders. For one, Sirius will have a bowl cut until the middle of second year. Remus's hair will definitely have odd growth periods, and his eyes are brown but change to yellow as the full moon grows near. James will shave his head during their years on occasion and both Sirius and Remus will obtain ponytails at one point in time. Peter will, most likely, not be an important factor until their third year, when he will become a marauder in full.

There are other things that I took to my own interpretation, but I'll leave that up to you to find.

This fan fiction WILL contain slash between Remus and Sirius; I won't lie. I've had this planned since before I wrote the prologue down. If you enjoy reading up until then, but would rather I not turn it into fluff-mania, tell me, and I will try my best. Most likely, it will have its moments where it is sickeningly sweet and others where you can barely perceive that the two like each other more than just friends.

I will try my best to keep this PG-13, and I will not write a sexual encounter between the two unless it is

absolutely necessary. Or, I may, and will just tell you that it is there and if you want it to e-mail me.

That having been said, I hope you enjoy the prologue of "Anything We Do"


Anything We Do

Prologue- Changing

PG-13


Remus was terrified and exhausted; his breath came in shallow gasps, and the muscles in his legs burned. His small, six-year-old body felt nearly ready to give up, even though he had not been running long. It was not for lack of fear but for lack of athletic ability. The thing chasing him gained ground easily, its four paws thundering loudly on the frozen ground.

Spotting a small alcove, he dove, hiding his small body in the crevice created by rocks jutting from the ground. Remus curled into an upright fetal position as far back into the space as he could manage. A sharp rock jutted out and into his side; he knew it would bruise, but a bruise was more welcome than becoming a beast every month. Tears of fear poured down the young one's face as soft sniffing could be heard near the cave's entrance, the werewolf having located its prey.

A large, furry body moved past the concave entrance, pausing momentarily before passing and walking away, the large feet now strangely quiet. There was silence, but Remus was not fooled. He knew that the wolf was there, waiting for the young child to feel secure in his surroundings and make the mistake of slipping his small head outside the safety of his hidey-hole. He never wanted to know the pain of canine jaws closing around his body--any part.

He wanted his parents, but they were the reason he was out here. No, they hadn't placed him out here cruelly; they had told him not to go outside. Being the child he was, he disobeyed. He never thought anything would come of it, but this was one of those times the "its for your own good" speech had been truthful.

But now, his parents were out, and his babysitter thought she was safe in the knowledge that the six-year-old was tucked into his warm bed. She thought he was being a good child and reading The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn.

He shuddered and whimpered softly. He hadn't known how much time had passed, but he could hear a wolf's howl. He fought with sleep as the sky began to lighten up, the first rays of morning making themselves known. Didn't werewolves turn back at the first sight of sunlight? Remus's hand felt out a small rock as quietly as possible and he threw it as far as his cramped arm and gravity would allow. The rock landed normally and all was still.

Remus swallowed, suddenly noticing how dry his mouth was, and unwrapped his stiffened muscles from their uncomfortable position before slowly and painfully crawling out of the small alcove. He had no time to react when the wolf pounced on him, claws piercing the child's shoulder. He caught a glimpse of yellow eyes before the pain registered in him mind and engulfed it; the wolf's teeth buried themselves in the flesh at his side.

Remus's screams were soon matched by the wolf's, cries of which should have never been allowed to breach the animal's throat. Teeth were no longer lodged in his side but the pain was overwhelming and Remus continued screaming and crying along with the man, whose bones popped back into place with sickening noises.

And then, all that was left was Remus's hoarse crying before shouts and footsteps entered into the scene and the weight of the man was ripped brutally away. Through hazy eyes, Remus caught glimpses of a tearful man, blood smeared on his body like the clothing he did not have.

In that instant, Remus forgave him. The remorse that shown in the man's crying eyes was enough to forgive but not forget. He would never be allowed to forget; he would be left with the curse to prove it.

All was black.


That's done. What did you think? You will not wait more than two weeks before the next post, I promise. So...I will have the next chapter up before September 6th, count on it.

To clear up something, I do not own Remus, although I do hope to claim the scenario created within this chapter.

Please review. I won't quit if I get no reviews, but I would like to know what you think. Am I moving too quickly? Is this too slow? Is it confusing? Ask me any question you like and I will, most likely, answer it if I have thought that far ahead, all right?