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Seeing Grey - Part III - Moonrise




Loop under, and take out the Bludger on your left! Aim for the Center, a little right of the mid-mark! Remus yelled, eagerly gripping at his broom handle. He smiled, and let out a triumphant yell as the potential threat dropped the Quaffle and zoomed off course. One of Remus' teams Chasers scored a brilliant goal on recovery, one more for the them following soon after.

That makes it thirty-seventy James! Find the Snitch! he yelled. But twenty minutes later the game was still going on strong. For the other team.

Don't catch the Snitch! Remus bellowed as they came behind by one hundred fifty points. James cursed as he flew by, angry with himself.

Alex, Aaron, try and double team the Seeker!

What good'll that do us? They'll score if we aren't playing-

Just trust me! The Beater and Chaser mumbled something, and went off to guard the Ravenclaw boy by command. With a heavy heart, he saw the Seeker fly away from them, and neither of the two made an attempt to follow. But Gryffindor pulled back in, each very angry at Remus for not keeping goal well, but determined to win.

Sirius, come here a minute. he said, an idea flashing. After a hushed argument, Sirius went of with an evil grin, Beaters club raised high. In a flash of wood, he sent a loose Quaffle, and nearly an opposing Chaser, way out of range. Back swinging perfectly with timed precision, he hit both Bludgers out towards the Seeker and Center Chaser. One of his won Chasrers got the Quaffle, and put them in winning position.

Good one! James yelled.

The brief distraction of hunting down the Quaffle again was all Sirius needed to clue James in on the Snitch, resting at the corner of the field. In a daring dive, he went headfirst towards the ground, and almost crashed before pulling up, golden Snitch in hand.



I dont know Remus, that was a pretty close game and Slytherin's one tough team. a seventh year Chaser, Aaron Orvis, said as they walked back to the school muddy and wet.

Cut him some slack, he's never played before. James defended, Sirius nodding slightly.

And anyway, Alex said, kicking a little stone along as he went on. All we do is go on a rampage with the Bludgers, whacking whoever is closest to us. We've never had strategy since Corom left for Germany. A few plays wouldn't kill us.

Fine fine... he mumbled after long consideration.

He can play second string until he develops even a tiny bit of skill, which he doesn't have as far as I'm concerned. the burly boy said with a nod of his head. And he isn't playing game until then. Agreed?

Remus said, smiling nervously.

Then let's hit the showers.


Showers turned out to be another challenge for Remus, as all the taps were silver. He lucked out in the end, as someone left their water running and he just stepped in, leaving it when he was finished. With a sigh, he tossed on his pajama pants and sat facing his bed, scribbling out a letter to Romolus about his Quidditch expedition. He also wrote himself a note to get the House Head to change at least one tap for him.

Hey Remus, what're all those cuts on your back? Peter asked as he walked by. Cursing to himself, Remus mentally told himself off, and quickly turned around, though it wasn't any better. Thin white scars were all over his body, mark of claws when the moon came full, and he couldn't help but scratch himself. Others were claims left by his father.

I had an accident with a thorn bush when I was eight. he lied, thinking it would be enough of a cover-up. Peter and Sirius took the explanation alright, but James peered a little longer. After a moment, he shrugged, and Remus let out a silent heave of thankfulness.

I can't keep this up forever. he added on the note, and signed his name with a messy flourish.



Defense Against the Dark Arts. Where's that? Remus asked at breakfast. He had been overly cheerful that morning upon discovering Dumbledore's slight help to him. The silver forks and plates had been replaced, he noted, by a brilliant gold set instead. Dumbledore must have seen him pulling sleeves over his hands so he could eat safely.

We all have it first too, so just follow us. Sirius said, swallowing the rest of his bacon. The two boys tore Peter away from a bowl of cereal, and James kept pointing out rooms all over the school as they made trek to the third floor. As people went by, he would give a slight commentary- who was famous for what, who not to be friendly towards, who to suck up to, that sort. But as Severus Snape went by, Remus smiled at him slightly. His friends were appalled.

That's Snape. Peter said with a frown. He's the bastard from-

He isn't that bad. I saw him helping a girl out of the mud at Hogsmeade.

Probably just pushed her in. Sirius said in an undertone. The argument was left unsettled as they reached the half-full class, and took their seats.

Professor Carlison was not a very cheerful looking man. His left eye had a scar running through it, if he shut his lid it made a straight line. He had on a permanent scowl, one that contrasted with what Remus thought were kind blue eyes. A messy top of blond hair streaking grey, he looked like the perfect Muggle war veteran at fifty. In his left hand, he held a clipbord, and Remus noted his little finger was missing.

Would a Mr. Lupin please come up here? he asked, looking down at a list he held. Remus dragged himself up to the front desk, and was handed a thick packet of papers.

You are to complete this to the best of your ability. he said quietly, not letting any of the other students hear. I need to know where you stand in this class, and if you are even capable of joining it.

he replied, looking up briefly.

The Headmaster does not teach this class, he has nothing to do with it. Complete the packet.


Here sir, I'm finished. he said quietly, twenty minutes later. The rest of the class was copying notes from textbooks, while Remus had been taking his little test of sorts. Professor Carlison took it with a grin, revealing a gold tooth, thinking he hadn't known half the material. Upon glancing it over very briefly, however, his smile flickered.

You may return to your seat. he mumbled, setting the papers down.

Alright class, whatever you did not finish from the book will be homework. The class let out a small groan, and shuffled as they got heir things together.

And Mr. Lupin, you will be doing this. he said, floating a very thick, small-print book over to him. Stunned, he gapped open mouth at it, then at hsi instructor.

Sir, with all respect, you didn't have time to review my work. You can't assign me extra work-

And in what position are you to tell me how to teach my class? he barked. Remus swallowed, took the book and assignment sheet, and turned to leave.

And I expect you to complete all the regular homework in addition to your catch-up work.



There is no discussion. he said flatly as Remus was the last to exit, fuming.



What's wrong? Peter asked, looking up from his textbook as they walked off to Transfiguration.

That bastard gave me an entire extra book full of essay-questions to do by the end of the quarter! Remus blurted out, looking at the monstrous book closely for the first time.

Dealing with Dark Creatures, he read with a sinking heart. Opening the book, he found chapter one to be on Dealing with Werewolves- An Introductory'.

he said in disgust, his friends trying to reassure him that he could tell Dumbledore to get let off.

Look, I'll just do it and shut him up. He isn't going to relent. Remus snapped. He understood why he had the work, even if he had passed the entry exam with a perfect score he would have it. It was because he was a werewolf, and Professor Carlison had been one of the few to have been informed as such. Ability or not, he would have to do the extra work.

I can use some practice anyway, it wont kill me. Besides, I like Defense. he lied to get James' nagging to lay off.




Remus,

Quidditch? My dorky little brother playing Quidditch? HA! Not to sound so as rude and all, but... Excuse me, I need to go laugh endlessly for a bit... Well, anyway, I hope everything is going alright. And good news! I found a job at the pub, so I'll be able to pay you back for the summer jobs you took up for rent. A little longer and I'll be able to get an apartment and move out of Shelly's place. But anyway, how are things going? Did you piss any of your Professor's off yet? Oh, dammit, I knew I forgot to warn you about one. Bastards name is Carlison, NEVER get on his bad side. Old war hero, lost a bit of his humanity out on the battlefield. Stay quiet and never talk back.

Bit late for that. Remus snorted, eating his dinner slowly as he finally got a chance to read the letter. After whooping down a large portion of steak, he sat back, and continued to scan for any good news.


I hope Dumbledore's treating you alright, we've been talking on and off lately. He seems really worried about you Remus, don't know what in hell you did to worry that old genius. Just don't stress, seriously. I can take care of everything back home, the police wont find me, and I have a job now. I'm the parent, so... Bugger off. Heh, just relax. Have fun, and make some friends. I have to go to work, so I'll write to you later.

Seeya Moony.


With a small sigh, he glanced up at the top of the letter. Romolus had drawn a small circle, shaded halfway, with a fifteen next to it. It was na old code he had established when they were always away, a simple reminder for Remus as to what phase the moon is in and what day it would hit Full. When they were young, a few months after he had been bitten, their father left. Mrs. Lupin was heartbroken, and held a sort of grudge against Remus for running her husband away. The family was ripped in two, Romolus going with hsi father, Remus staying with his mother. And old pet owl was the only way they had communicated for several years, until their lives were once again flipped up side down.

Hey Remus, c'mon, we have to get to Divination. James reminded, the other two parting for Magical Game Care. Remus was amazed at how James could move about the school so expertly, taking hidden tunnels and back ways that he never would have guessed existed.

And ta-da! James said proudly, displaying the stepladder. Cowering back, Remus' eyes went wide, and he swallowed.

I just remembered... I forgot something. he said suddenly, shaking off the look james was giving him. With a shrug, the other boy climbed the silver prongs and into the nearly empty Divination room. Checking that no one was behind him, Remus dug into his pockets, and found an old pair of dragon-hide gloves he had stolen years ago for such occasions. Even the protection of fabric over his hands wouldn't be enough to keep the silver from hurting him, so the gloves suited the purpose enough. Slipping them out of view, he took a seat at a small round table with James and flipped through his secondhand textbook carelessly. It wasn't until Remus began playing around with the crystal ball placed as a centerpiece did anything notable happen.



Rom! Rom, come back here! No father, don't take him away, I- A sharp blow to his face sent to seven year old to the ground, crying endlessly. he watched in emotional turmoil as his brother was dragged away, kicking and screaming, into the blue pickup his father drove. And in an instant, he was gone. A cold hand held Remus to his feet, and he sobbed into the pastel flowers of his mothers dress.

He took Rommie! Make him come back Ma, make father bring him back! he wailed, eyes leaking.

Stop your crying, it does no good. his mother said in a stern voice, quivering in her own troubles. You will see him again later.

I wanna see him NOW! Remus shouted as he was carried into the kitchen. Mrs. Lupin handed him a wet cloth wrapped over ice, and he held it to his swelling eye, stifling his sobs.

When're they coming back? Rom has ta get his stuff if he's leaving. he said, accepting immediately that his brother was going away for a long while.

They may not be here again for a long time. And you have to do your chores, the field needs done by tomorrow. she reminded in a dry voice, changing the subject.

No, he's gonna come back for you. Remus whispered to himself, eyes flushing with anger.


Whoa, snap out of it. James shook him by the shoulders, and Remus nearly hit him across the face in memory of his father roughing him up.

Sorry... Drifted off. he said with a shrug, watching as a pack of Hufflepuffs climbed up to join them all. He noticed the Professor, a mousey looking woman with a mass of brown frizzy hair and small glasses, staring him down.

We will be starting the curriculum with beginners crystal ball gazing. she said after a long lecture on the gift of Sight and such. Remus couldn't shake the feeling that she was peering into the very core of him, and the feeling lasted until the end of class. Everyone piled out, but he stayed behind, making excuse of asking for another textbook to read.

You are troubled. Professor Mendell said airily, putting a hand on his back as the last person made their way out the trapdoor.

One with such a talent always carries a burden.

I don't have any talents. Remus said shortly.

Oh, but you do dear child. Many. You just do not know of them, but you will in time. Come next week and you will.

And what is so prominent about next week? he asked, turning around. Her swirling blue eyes sighed at him, and she shook her head.

The coming of age for a werelad is an important date, had you not known? Ah, I see... Well you shall know in due time.



Yes Mr. Lupin?

Would it be so much a trouble to get a new stepladder? It's difficult, for me to climb... he mumbled.

Oh, so sorry dear, but Silver is a favourite of the Auraons, to change it would drive them away. You will make due. she said in a sure tone, as if she knew every move of his life in advance. He rolled his eyes behind her back, and carefully went down the ladder.



God, how in hell does he do that? A burly boy, seventh year and seemingly far too large for it, slammed his fist down on the table in anger. It cracked on the force, and Remus scooted his chair away. A bet on Exploding Snape had gone awry, and he now faced the wrath of a Gryffindor with too much pride just lost.

Dias, calm down. one of his friends yelled, used to his fits after seven years. The words did not stop his fist from colliding with Remus' face, and in a short moment, a terrible fight broke out. But Jordan Dias was soon slumped against the wall, eye swollen and face bruised with only one hit from the smallish looking third year. Dozens of eyes stared openly at Remus, who was hunched over in the center of the Common Room, hands at his sides. Without saying anything he left for the showers, James, Sirius, and Peter lagging behind him.

What the hell did you do? James asked over the pour of the water one shower away. Remus was smiling, pleased with the gold tap that was newly installed, and went on talking. The layout of the bathroom, just little cubicle-like borders around faucets- made it very easy to uphold many conversations while bathing. They all took advantage of this as everyone else stayed out.

Hit him, Remus said simply, squirting a bit of shampoo into his hair.

Yeah, but Jesus, he's a giant! he heard Sirius exclaim in awe. Hell, he's roughed up a bunch of Slytherin's. Where'd you learn to fight like that?

Remus winced as memories of brutal lashings flooded back to him, the water seemingly to sear away his skin at each drop.




Greg, get out of here! You know what day it is! Mrs. Lupin warned, trying to keep her husband out of the house. He wedged his way in, shoving her aside roughly. She screamed at him, trying to grab the weapon from his arms. Carrying a silver-bullet loaded shotgun, he made his way to the dead bolted basement door, a nasty scowl on his face.

Greg, stop it! You can't kill your own son! she pleaded. Outside she could hear Romolus screaming from the locked car, trying to smash the window with his fist. He scowled at her, knocking her against the wall in a drunken rage, and clipped open the first of many silver locks.

That beast ain't my son, he said with a slur.

Please! Leave him... We can go, forget about him! The neighbors'll take care of him- she tried, but only received another blow for talking out. For all the trouble he had caused, she couldn't remain silent knowing her son was going to die if something wasn't done.

Just leave him! Go! she cried, face red where she had been hit several times. Off went the fourth lock, and he tore down the nailed plank of wood. Ignoring the cries from above, he descended the staircase, and undid the last door and it's locks.

Half transformed in the early morning, Remus looked up with a snarl, wolven fangs barred. Saliva dripped from his mouth, and he arched his back on all fours, ready to pounce. The gun aimed for his head, one eye at the other end squinting for a hit. Greg Lupin's finger never made another movement, as a moment later, his partially human son was on top of him, tearing away with unnatural strength borne from the curse.

Goddamn beast, get the hell offa me! he shouted painfully, swiping the boy against the cement brick walls. Remus' head crashed with a sickening thud, and in a dizzy daze, he staggered forward.

Damn thing. Greg snapped, picking up the gun. With one shot, Remus gave a canine yelp, and fell to the ground, screams echoing from upstairs.


 Remus said, shaking his long hair in a manner that resembled a wet dog. Wrapping a towel about himself, the other boys quickly followed him in admiration.

Hell, you should be playing Beater. Sirius said with a laugh. You'd break the Bludger with that force.

No aim... I'd never make contact. And it was a lucky hit. With that, he brushed his teeth, and refused to talk to anyone for the rest of the night.



A/n-Ooo, I know I'm evil for this, eh? Well, the whole thing was done in two days, so pardon if anything seems rushed. More will be coming really soon! Thanks, and


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