A/N: Thanks for all the nice comments, I love those :)
Thanks to...
lynx - Yay! I love Remus, too, He's my favorite! Thanks for reviewing!
Kitsune Rose - Aww...don't cry *Posts new chapter just for you.* I'll hurry as much as I can... But I don't want to mess up, like I did with my last story.
Uzumaki - Thanks! I'm glad you like his parents! He did say his parents tried everything they could...so they had to care. Thanks for reviewing!
Neo - I'm sorry there won't be a sequel to Rising Shadows...maybe this one will take your mind of it?
Andi - *pulls Remus away before he gets hurt* aww...he's so cute *hugs him*. I used Minna because I believe it means 'Protection'. It seemed appropriate, but you're right, that is odd!
WildfireFriendship - Oh, well the reason isn't in book five...Him not talking is just something that came to me one day. I imagined that all the turmoil between his parents (or at least my version of his parents), along with him being outcasted from other children, topped with the fact that he has to turn into a werewolf every month, would be enough to drive him to silence. It makes sense to me, at least. I hope it does for you, too. Thanks for reviewing!
Pearl Weasley - Aww...Thanks! *hugs you* I hope you enjoy it!
Silent Moon - Chapter Two: The Other, The Loud One, and The Follower
Remus turned in his seat, away from the window. He looked around the small compartment. Finding himself alone, he stood up and walked to the door. He peaked out the window, and saw several children running up and down the train. A small round-shouldered, but angular boy was looking into each compartment as he passed.
Remus watched the boy with the stringy, oily hair make his way down the train. When he was only a few doors away, Remus sat down again and stared at his shoes.
A few moments later, the other peaked through the glass of Remus's compartment. The other hesitated a moment, then opened the door.
When Remus didn't look up, he began to speak, feeling awkward. "Er..." Remus continued staring at his shoes. "Er...Hello?" The other was beginning to worry - Perhaps there was something wrong with him?
The other took a few steps into the compartment, uncertain.
"Are...Are you alright?"
Remus looked away from his shoes. He stared at a spot on the wall, just above the other's head.
"Er...hi." said the other, feeling a little better now that Remus had looked up. "Can I...can I sit here?" he said, pointing to the empty seat across from Remus. Remus looked down where the other was pointing, then straight into the other's eyes.
There was silence. The other was starting to feel nervous, and annoyed.
"Fine." he said, feeling his anger rise. "I'll just leave, if you don't want me to sit with you. You could just say so, you know." He added as he stomped off, snarling at a few second-year girls, who jumped back from him, wide-eyed.
When everything was once again clear and quiet, Remus stood and closed the door. He stared down the train for a moment through his window, then sat down again, and resumed examining his laces.
Remus's hair fell into his eyes. Outside his compartment, someone very loud was boasting to someone else who would occasionally "oh..." or "ahh..." at the other's remarks.
"Of course, my dad says I've been flying since before I could walk or talk. It might be a bit exaggerated, but I've been flying so long as I can remember.
The loud one and his follower passed by the door of Remus's compartment. Remus watched them through the veil of his hair. As he passed, the loud one glanced into the compartment, and he flashed Remus a grin. Remus reverted to staring at his shoes.
The loud one passed him and disappeared beyond the window for a moment. But having seen the occupant alone, he doubled back, dragging his follower along by the arm. He opened the door and said "Hi There!"
The loud one plopped down beside Remus, who kept his eyes trained on the floor. The follower sat down across from Remus, bending his head to look into Remus's eyes.
Remus flinched as the loud one put an arm around his shoulders and said, just as loudly as before, "The train is no place to be alone, we're supposed to be socializing, you know - meeting our fellow students. Isn't that right, Peter?"
"Right!" agreed the follower called Peter.
"Right! See? Even Peter knows. NOw..." he stuck out his hand toward Remus, who was still admiring his shoes. "My name is James Potter. It's nice to meet you... What did you say your name was?"
Remus did not take James Potter's hand, nor did he say his name, or give any sign that he'd noticed anyone had entered his compartment. He continued to stare at the floor. This did not seem to bother James Potter at all.
"What house do you suppose you'll be in? I'll be in Gryffindor - all my family has. Peter here'll be Gryffindor too, won't you Pete?"
"Right, definately Gryffindor" replied Peter. James continued.
"Of course, next year I'll be joining Gryffindor's Quidditch team as the new star chaser. It's Felix's last year, now - He's Head Boy and Quidditch Captain! Anyway, they'll need a new chaser to replace him, and of course it'll be me. Have you ever played Quidditch? I think it's the best game ever made, and of course I'm right. It's the sport of the Wizarding World, after all. My dad took me to the Quidditch World Cup this year, he always does. It was excellent this year, though, wasn't it Peter?"
"Excellent!" said Peter.
"The Wasps won, of course, I knew they would! I told my dad that, but he wouldn't listen and he went and bet on the Cannons anyway. He's just a die-hard Cannon fan, I guess. Personally, I prefer Ireland, but, hey, each to his own, right? 'Course, mum wasn't too happy he'd been teaching me to gamble, but..."
James Potter was an open text book on Quidditch, and he continued to spout it off to Remus and Peter, the latter listening to James Potter as though he were God, giving the directions to gain salvation. He piped in a "Right!" or "Yeah!" whenever James Potter asked for it. Every once in a while he would ask Remus a question, but never seemed disturbed that he received no answeres. Remus stared at his shoes while James Potter gave his speech. He stopped only when a lady with a cart full of candy stopped in front of their compartment.
While James and Peter busied themselves with candy and money (James Potter telling the poor Lady all about his adventures at the World Cup), Remus looked up, glanced around, and, seeing that no one was looking, he dug through his trunk, and pulled on his school robes. He sat back down, and stared at his shoes. James Potter and Peter entered a moment later.
"Oh, I see you've put your robes on." James remarked while he counted chocolate frogs. "That's a good idea. Anyway, so Peter and me were standing there, just talking when all of the sudden, the Chaser for the Cannons walked up to us and..."
James Potter continued to speak about his many Quidditch adventures throughout the train ride and the boat ride that followed. Even as they stood with the other first years, preparing for the Sorting Ceremony, he was whispering about an encounter he'd had with the current star of the Irish team. He neither seemed to notice nor care that Remus kept his eyes on his shoes the entire time.
A/N: Hooray for my reviewers! *gives them all brownies*. I hope you enjoyed the second chapter, I'll try to get the third out tomorrow. Bye for now!
Thanks to...
lynx - Yay! I love Remus, too, He's my favorite! Thanks for reviewing!
Kitsune Rose - Aww...don't cry *Posts new chapter just for you.* I'll hurry as much as I can... But I don't want to mess up, like I did with my last story.
Uzumaki - Thanks! I'm glad you like his parents! He did say his parents tried everything they could...so they had to care. Thanks for reviewing!
Neo - I'm sorry there won't be a sequel to Rising Shadows...maybe this one will take your mind of it?
Andi - *pulls Remus away before he gets hurt* aww...he's so cute *hugs him*. I used Minna because I believe it means 'Protection'. It seemed appropriate, but you're right, that is odd!
WildfireFriendship - Oh, well the reason isn't in book five...Him not talking is just something that came to me one day. I imagined that all the turmoil between his parents (or at least my version of his parents), along with him being outcasted from other children, topped with the fact that he has to turn into a werewolf every month, would be enough to drive him to silence. It makes sense to me, at least. I hope it does for you, too. Thanks for reviewing!
Pearl Weasley - Aww...Thanks! *hugs you* I hope you enjoy it!
Silent Moon - Chapter Two: The Other, The Loud One, and The Follower
Remus turned in his seat, away from the window. He looked around the small compartment. Finding himself alone, he stood up and walked to the door. He peaked out the window, and saw several children running up and down the train. A small round-shouldered, but angular boy was looking into each compartment as he passed.
Remus watched the boy with the stringy, oily hair make his way down the train. When he was only a few doors away, Remus sat down again and stared at his shoes.
A few moments later, the other peaked through the glass of Remus's compartment. The other hesitated a moment, then opened the door.
When Remus didn't look up, he began to speak, feeling awkward. "Er..." Remus continued staring at his shoes. "Er...Hello?" The other was beginning to worry - Perhaps there was something wrong with him?
The other took a few steps into the compartment, uncertain.
"Are...Are you alright?"
Remus looked away from his shoes. He stared at a spot on the wall, just above the other's head.
"Er...hi." said the other, feeling a little better now that Remus had looked up. "Can I...can I sit here?" he said, pointing to the empty seat across from Remus. Remus looked down where the other was pointing, then straight into the other's eyes.
There was silence. The other was starting to feel nervous, and annoyed.
"Fine." he said, feeling his anger rise. "I'll just leave, if you don't want me to sit with you. You could just say so, you know." He added as he stomped off, snarling at a few second-year girls, who jumped back from him, wide-eyed.
When everything was once again clear and quiet, Remus stood and closed the door. He stared down the train for a moment through his window, then sat down again, and resumed examining his laces.
Remus's hair fell into his eyes. Outside his compartment, someone very loud was boasting to someone else who would occasionally "oh..." or "ahh..." at the other's remarks.
"Of course, my dad says I've been flying since before I could walk or talk. It might be a bit exaggerated, but I've been flying so long as I can remember.
The loud one and his follower passed by the door of Remus's compartment. Remus watched them through the veil of his hair. As he passed, the loud one glanced into the compartment, and he flashed Remus a grin. Remus reverted to staring at his shoes.
The loud one passed him and disappeared beyond the window for a moment. But having seen the occupant alone, he doubled back, dragging his follower along by the arm. He opened the door and said "Hi There!"
The loud one plopped down beside Remus, who kept his eyes trained on the floor. The follower sat down across from Remus, bending his head to look into Remus's eyes.
Remus flinched as the loud one put an arm around his shoulders and said, just as loudly as before, "The train is no place to be alone, we're supposed to be socializing, you know - meeting our fellow students. Isn't that right, Peter?"
"Right!" agreed the follower called Peter.
"Right! See? Even Peter knows. NOw..." he stuck out his hand toward Remus, who was still admiring his shoes. "My name is James Potter. It's nice to meet you... What did you say your name was?"
Remus did not take James Potter's hand, nor did he say his name, or give any sign that he'd noticed anyone had entered his compartment. He continued to stare at the floor. This did not seem to bother James Potter at all.
"What house do you suppose you'll be in? I'll be in Gryffindor - all my family has. Peter here'll be Gryffindor too, won't you Pete?"
"Right, definately Gryffindor" replied Peter. James continued.
"Of course, next year I'll be joining Gryffindor's Quidditch team as the new star chaser. It's Felix's last year, now - He's Head Boy and Quidditch Captain! Anyway, they'll need a new chaser to replace him, and of course it'll be me. Have you ever played Quidditch? I think it's the best game ever made, and of course I'm right. It's the sport of the Wizarding World, after all. My dad took me to the Quidditch World Cup this year, he always does. It was excellent this year, though, wasn't it Peter?"
"Excellent!" said Peter.
"The Wasps won, of course, I knew they would! I told my dad that, but he wouldn't listen and he went and bet on the Cannons anyway. He's just a die-hard Cannon fan, I guess. Personally, I prefer Ireland, but, hey, each to his own, right? 'Course, mum wasn't too happy he'd been teaching me to gamble, but..."
James Potter was an open text book on Quidditch, and he continued to spout it off to Remus and Peter, the latter listening to James Potter as though he were God, giving the directions to gain salvation. He piped in a "Right!" or "Yeah!" whenever James Potter asked for it. Every once in a while he would ask Remus a question, but never seemed disturbed that he received no answeres. Remus stared at his shoes while James Potter gave his speech. He stopped only when a lady with a cart full of candy stopped in front of their compartment.
While James and Peter busied themselves with candy and money (James Potter telling the poor Lady all about his adventures at the World Cup), Remus looked up, glanced around, and, seeing that no one was looking, he dug through his trunk, and pulled on his school robes. He sat back down, and stared at his shoes. James Potter and Peter entered a moment later.
"Oh, I see you've put your robes on." James remarked while he counted chocolate frogs. "That's a good idea. Anyway, so Peter and me were standing there, just talking when all of the sudden, the Chaser for the Cannons walked up to us and..."
James Potter continued to speak about his many Quidditch adventures throughout the train ride and the boat ride that followed. Even as they stood with the other first years, preparing for the Sorting Ceremony, he was whispering about an encounter he'd had with the current star of the Irish team. He neither seemed to notice nor care that Remus kept his eyes on his shoes the entire time.
A/N: Hooray for my reviewers! *gives them all brownies*. I hope you enjoyed the second chapter, I'll try to get the third out tomorrow. Bye for now!