A/N: Thank you to all of my awesome reviewers! My anonymous reviewer Samuel
guessed right! It was because of his mum. Not that she is a bad person or
anything.
kurtcobain4eva you gave me a lot of names and I want to thank you for it!
I am going to use a few of them. And the potions prof. will be nice for a
change!
Now than, as I said in my first chapter, bad reviews are wanted to. Not as much as bad, but honest! I would like to take this moment to honor my most honest reviewer carlieblack.
Thank you so much for the honesty. –I didn't see Remus saying that either, but I needed Remus to say it, for something in the next chapter actually. And for the scars on his face. The answer to that is no. I was surprised when I saw the pic where he had the slashes on his face; however, I had always imagined him with scars on his face. After all, a great big werewolf attacking you leaves you more than lycan-hood. The thing with Peter is that I could never imagine Sirius and James hanging out with someone with Peter, my solution; something like what Hermione did. He will do something to give the three real marauders a higher opinion of him. Again, that something is in this chapter.
Disclaimer: Well let's see, I don't own the rights to Harry Potter. I don't own Sirius, the sky does looks up dreamily at the Dog Star
CHAPTER FOUR: REMUS IS WHAT?
The foursome of boys walked to their next class talking avidly. Remus was looking at a lunar chart.
"Oy Remus, what's with the chart? We haven't had astronomy yet..." Sirius said, looking over his shoulder.
"It's just something for...my mum. She is very ill and loves the stars and stuff. I am to visit her once a month and we discuss the skies together." Remus said very quickly.
"Oh, well, hope your mum feels better. Here we are." Sirius opened the dungeon door and the four took seats at one table.
A few minutes later a man walked in carrying a briefcase and looking very out of breath.
"Sorry I was late class. I was just talking to a few co-workers about the recent boggart infestation. My name is Professor Zade and I will be your potions- speak of the devil!" His student storage of potion supplies was rattling.
Zade sighed and went on. "I am not a Defense against the dark arts teacher, nor are you third years. I guess you will have to learn about them anyway...a boggart takes the shape of your worst fear. Please remember that it can not actually harm you when I let it out.
Prof. Zade walked over to the storage cabinet and opened it. Remus, who was sitting closest, stood up. Out came a silvery orb.
"A crystal ball, well, that's interesting." The professor said with a look at Remus. (The staff all know).
Sirius exchanged a glance with James.
"Why would Remus's worst fear be a crystal ball?" James asked, looking oddly at the Professor as he got rid of the boggart.
Sirius thought for a moment. "Maybe he went to go see a seer as a kid." He suggested.
There next class was indeed Defense against the dark arts. Their teacher was a nasty old man by the name of Prof. Willow. He had sworn to Dumbledore that he would not teach about Werewolves to any year whatsoever. He had crossed his fingers.
"Yo, first years watch out, this teacher is a lunatic." A Seventh year told the foursome as they walked into the classroom.
Thanks to the warning, they took seats in the back of the classroom.
The teacher walked in from his office, carrying a large bunch of scrolls and balancing a model of the moon on the bridge of his nose.
"Ah, I see I have a group of excellent Slytherin's, and some excellent Gryffindor's..." His eyes landed on a first year Gryffindor girl who had a muggle mother and wizard father. He put his model and scrolls on his desk, and jumped into the middle of the classroom like a shark. He slammed his hands on Lily Evans desk, making her jump slightly back.
"I am here to teach you how to defend yourselves against the darkest of spells that come from dark wizards. Some dark magic however does not come from the end of a wand. Some dark magic can come from a potion, some can come from the air around you, and some even a bite..." Willow obviously did not like werewolves. Either that or he was afraid of getting bitten for what came next went against Dumbledore's orders completely.
"Today I am teaching every one of my classes about the same thing; werewolves. A man who is transformed, or who transforms himself, into a wolf in nature and appearance under the influence of a full moon. The werewolf is only active at night and during that period, he devours infants and corpses. Werewolves can be killed by silver objects such as silver arrows and silver bullets. When a werewolf dies he is returned to his human form." He said all this very slowly so the children around him could take notes. He kept going from one desk to another as well, slamming his fists down and talking dramatically.
Finally, he came to the foursome's table, actually taking the fifth seat in between Sirius and James.
"A few people cornered a wolf and set their dog's apon it. They attacked it with sharp sticks and spears. Surprisingly, the wolf did not run away, instead it stood up and turned into a middle-aged man. They could recognize the wolf shaped man; he was Peter Stubbe of the same village. This Peter Stubbe was the first werewolf mankind has ever faced with. Every since than, werewolves have been feared. No one can blame anyone who works against a werewolf. I have personally said they should all be rounded up and killed. The ministry of magic however, has a law against the hunting of half man-half beasts." At this Remus raised his hand.
"Yes Lupin?" Willow said coldly.
"Lycanthrope are not half man-half beasts, they are simply men who must transform into a beast once a month for a few hours. Half man-half beasts are things like centaurs." Remus said.
"They are what I say they are, now shut up and be quiet, this is my lesson and I don't want anymore interruptions-"
"Excuse me, but teaching us also means that if we have a misunderstanding, you help us. I know I am not that smart or anything, but I agree with Remus, Werewolves are people. Almost like animagus's." Peter said with more bravery than he had.
"Don't ever compare animagi to lycans. They are two completely different things." Willow snapped.
"Well, both are people that turn into animals aren't they?" Peter said coldly.
"Detention Pettigrew." Willow said, turning to his desk.
The foursome spent the rest of the class passing a piece of parchment around to each other. It read as follows;
Sirius: Never thought you had that in you Peter.
Peter: Neither did I.
James: Brilliant show.
Remus: Yeah, thanks for sticking up for me Peter.
Peter: sticking up? He wasn't bullying you, I just agreed with you.
Remus: Yeah well, I can tell he hates me. And he was bullying. Bet he doesn't like me because my grandfather was a squib.
James: So let me get this straight; your mother is pureblood and your father was half-blood?
Remus: Yeah, something like that. I don't get much into that blood nonsense at all.
Peter: I was almost a squib; my mother was so happy that I got a letter.
(Moments later, Sirius crossed out the h on happy and added a cr)
Peter: oh yeah? You die Black!
(They had a silent fight over the parchment, writing rather rude things to each other.)
James: Please, I haven't even heard all these curses!
Remus: Yeah, and besides, the class is over in two minutes.
Sirius crumpled the paper up when the bell rang, and the foursome walked out of class and out onto the grounds for break.
Now than, as I said in my first chapter, bad reviews are wanted to. Not as much as bad, but honest! I would like to take this moment to honor my most honest reviewer carlieblack.
Thank you so much for the honesty. –I didn't see Remus saying that either, but I needed Remus to say it, for something in the next chapter actually. And for the scars on his face. The answer to that is no. I was surprised when I saw the pic where he had the slashes on his face; however, I had always imagined him with scars on his face. After all, a great big werewolf attacking you leaves you more than lycan-hood. The thing with Peter is that I could never imagine Sirius and James hanging out with someone with Peter, my solution; something like what Hermione did. He will do something to give the three real marauders a higher opinion of him. Again, that something is in this chapter.
Disclaimer: Well let's see, I don't own the rights to Harry Potter. I don't own Sirius, the sky does looks up dreamily at the Dog Star
CHAPTER FOUR: REMUS IS WHAT?
The foursome of boys walked to their next class talking avidly. Remus was looking at a lunar chart.
"Oy Remus, what's with the chart? We haven't had astronomy yet..." Sirius said, looking over his shoulder.
"It's just something for...my mum. She is very ill and loves the stars and stuff. I am to visit her once a month and we discuss the skies together." Remus said very quickly.
"Oh, well, hope your mum feels better. Here we are." Sirius opened the dungeon door and the four took seats at one table.
A few minutes later a man walked in carrying a briefcase and looking very out of breath.
"Sorry I was late class. I was just talking to a few co-workers about the recent boggart infestation. My name is Professor Zade and I will be your potions- speak of the devil!" His student storage of potion supplies was rattling.
Zade sighed and went on. "I am not a Defense against the dark arts teacher, nor are you third years. I guess you will have to learn about them anyway...a boggart takes the shape of your worst fear. Please remember that it can not actually harm you when I let it out.
Prof. Zade walked over to the storage cabinet and opened it. Remus, who was sitting closest, stood up. Out came a silvery orb.
"A crystal ball, well, that's interesting." The professor said with a look at Remus. (The staff all know).
Sirius exchanged a glance with James.
"Why would Remus's worst fear be a crystal ball?" James asked, looking oddly at the Professor as he got rid of the boggart.
Sirius thought for a moment. "Maybe he went to go see a seer as a kid." He suggested.
There next class was indeed Defense against the dark arts. Their teacher was a nasty old man by the name of Prof. Willow. He had sworn to Dumbledore that he would not teach about Werewolves to any year whatsoever. He had crossed his fingers.
"Yo, first years watch out, this teacher is a lunatic." A Seventh year told the foursome as they walked into the classroom.
Thanks to the warning, they took seats in the back of the classroom.
The teacher walked in from his office, carrying a large bunch of scrolls and balancing a model of the moon on the bridge of his nose.
"Ah, I see I have a group of excellent Slytherin's, and some excellent Gryffindor's..." His eyes landed on a first year Gryffindor girl who had a muggle mother and wizard father. He put his model and scrolls on his desk, and jumped into the middle of the classroom like a shark. He slammed his hands on Lily Evans desk, making her jump slightly back.
"I am here to teach you how to defend yourselves against the darkest of spells that come from dark wizards. Some dark magic however does not come from the end of a wand. Some dark magic can come from a potion, some can come from the air around you, and some even a bite..." Willow obviously did not like werewolves. Either that or he was afraid of getting bitten for what came next went against Dumbledore's orders completely.
"Today I am teaching every one of my classes about the same thing; werewolves. A man who is transformed, or who transforms himself, into a wolf in nature and appearance under the influence of a full moon. The werewolf is only active at night and during that period, he devours infants and corpses. Werewolves can be killed by silver objects such as silver arrows and silver bullets. When a werewolf dies he is returned to his human form." He said all this very slowly so the children around him could take notes. He kept going from one desk to another as well, slamming his fists down and talking dramatically.
Finally, he came to the foursome's table, actually taking the fifth seat in between Sirius and James.
"A few people cornered a wolf and set their dog's apon it. They attacked it with sharp sticks and spears. Surprisingly, the wolf did not run away, instead it stood up and turned into a middle-aged man. They could recognize the wolf shaped man; he was Peter Stubbe of the same village. This Peter Stubbe was the first werewolf mankind has ever faced with. Every since than, werewolves have been feared. No one can blame anyone who works against a werewolf. I have personally said they should all be rounded up and killed. The ministry of magic however, has a law against the hunting of half man-half beasts." At this Remus raised his hand.
"Yes Lupin?" Willow said coldly.
"Lycanthrope are not half man-half beasts, they are simply men who must transform into a beast once a month for a few hours. Half man-half beasts are things like centaurs." Remus said.
"They are what I say they are, now shut up and be quiet, this is my lesson and I don't want anymore interruptions-"
"Excuse me, but teaching us also means that if we have a misunderstanding, you help us. I know I am not that smart or anything, but I agree with Remus, Werewolves are people. Almost like animagus's." Peter said with more bravery than he had.
"Don't ever compare animagi to lycans. They are two completely different things." Willow snapped.
"Well, both are people that turn into animals aren't they?" Peter said coldly.
"Detention Pettigrew." Willow said, turning to his desk.
The foursome spent the rest of the class passing a piece of parchment around to each other. It read as follows;
Sirius: Never thought you had that in you Peter.
Peter: Neither did I.
James: Brilliant show.
Remus: Yeah, thanks for sticking up for me Peter.
Peter: sticking up? He wasn't bullying you, I just agreed with you.
Remus: Yeah well, I can tell he hates me. And he was bullying. Bet he doesn't like me because my grandfather was a squib.
James: So let me get this straight; your mother is pureblood and your father was half-blood?
Remus: Yeah, something like that. I don't get much into that blood nonsense at all.
Peter: I was almost a squib; my mother was so happy that I got a letter.
(Moments later, Sirius crossed out the h on happy and added a cr)
Peter: oh yeah? You die Black!
(They had a silent fight over the parchment, writing rather rude things to each other.)
James: Please, I haven't even heard all these curses!
Remus: Yeah, and besides, the class is over in two minutes.
Sirius crumpled the paper up when the bell rang, and the foursome walked out of class and out onto the grounds for break.
