Haunted Eyes

Disclaimer: There's really no point... I don't own them and I never will. The only character I own is the creepy stalker.

A Weird Feeling

"Oi Remus! Let's go! Hogsmeade awaits us!" Sirius yelled at his best friend, who was currently engrossed in Hogwarts a History.

"Bloody book," Sirius mumbled to himself when he saw Remus ignore him and was too into the book. Its not that Sirius was against books, it was only against that particular book. Tattered and torn, the book was held in his friend's possession, and Remus deemed it his responsibility to read it at least once every year. Entering their sixth year into Hogwarts, Remus was once again rereading that blasted book!

Stalking toward where Remus was sitting, which was in a comfy Gryffindor chair, Sirius approached Remus and snatched the book from his grasp, startling the werewolf.

Scowling, Remus glared at Sirius and demanded an explanation. With a sly grin, Sirius told him about their trip to Hogsmeade, knowing it would frustrate his punctual friend that he of all people would forget their important trip to the beloved village.

Jumping out of his chair, Remus dashed to the door of the Common Room to get his cloak, mumbling ways of torturing an oversized, egoistical dog.

After passing through the door, Remus let out a large grin that had threatened across his face. He wouldn't dare show it to Sirius, not wanting him to know that he enjoyed it when he made dumb comments about him. It seemed kind of stupid, but it made him feel like he belonged in the Marauders. Oh, he knew he was an official Marauder, even had a cool nickname, but Sirius always cracked witty jokes on the other Marauders, James and Peter, but seldom him. So when small things were said to him, it meant a lot to him, even if it wasn't even that big of a deal. Remus knew that Sirius just wanted to bug him earlier in the common room, but it made him feel that he was at least wanted.

Remus sighed when he took his cloak off his bed, remembering the times when he always wanted to fit in. Being a werewolf had made him an outcast in society, and he wouldn't be able to associate with any of his fellow peers because of terrified adults and kids. He would always cherish when he got a little attention when it wasn't one of scorn. Even when it was just a simple compliment.

Flash Back

Kids giggling and whispering were heard throughout the muggle playground. Girls were playing hopscotch, jump rope, or were gossiping on the swings while the boys were playing several sports from football (or soccer in American) to a simple game of tag. A seven year old Remus wasn't one of them. Instead, he was sitting idly on the bench reading a book that seemed far too advance for someone of his age. At an early age, he learned that he didn't belong with the crowd and if he tried fitting in, his secret would eventually come out and people would shun him. It was easier to avoid the whole thing all together.

Continuing to read, Remus didn't notice a certain black and white ball that rolled beside his feet, until he heard a shout. Looking up from his book to see who was shouting, he heard a boy his age across the park asking him to kick the ball back. Setting down his book, Remus kicked the ball into the air, and it went at least 40 ft. high across the park and to the startled football or soccer! players. Remus wasn't professionally skilled in kicking; it was simply his werewolf strength that helped him make a powerful kick. Seeing his work done, he began to read again until he heard someone approach him. Remus glanced from his book and saw the same boy who asked him to kick the ball over the field. With a simple grin, the boy said, "That was a great kick! Do ya want to play with us? You can be on my team and we'll definitely win with you on!"

Shocked at the compliment he had, Remus stammered a yes, wondering why the boy wasn't screaming bloody murder at him. Remus did play ball with the other kids, and for once after his bite, he felt like a normal kid.

End Flash Back

Remus' grin widened at the memory. As a boy, he was so pleased that another kid simply gave him a compliment, and however small it may be, that memory would always have a special place in Remus' mind.

Here he was at the Three Broomsticks. The four Marauders had bought some supplies from the joke shop, Zonko's, and now they were just chilling out and drinking butterbeer.

"So I told Lily that she should watch me at Quidditch practice and she ignored me! ME!" James discussed with his friends at the table.

"She'll never go out with an egoistical prat like you Jimmy boy," Sirius exclaimed, thumping James on the back.

"Me? Egoistical? I think not Mr. Padfoot! Moony, tell him that I'm humbler then humble pie!" James asked Remus, then downed down his butterbeer.

Remus couldn't help but laugh at his statement.

"Humbler then humble pie indeed!" Remus thought to himself, chuckling out loud.

"Naaaahhhh!! I say you have the ego the size of London!" Peter squeaked out to his friends. Still laughing, Sirius began to make more crude remarks about James ego, Peter cutting in a phrase or two every so often.

"But alas! My dear Prongsie! Our Lily of the Valley will never go out with you, and you know why?" Sirius questioned his best friend.

Knowing that the answer would damage his poor ego more, James simply grunted.

Pretending to be hurt, Sirius cried dramatically, "Our dear Prongsie doesn't want to acknowledge what I'm going to say!"

Peter snorted in his cup and mumbled about Sirius being a prat.

With a sniff, Sirius mumbled "Fine then! If you two blokes don't want to hear my special words, I'll share my vast knowledge of information to our dear Remmie here!"

Remus couldn't help but smile when Sirius leaned over the table and whispered dumb words about James in his ear. The crude remarks were actually quite funny and strangely, he liked the fact that Sirius' face was so close to his.

Breathing in the scent of his friend, Remus began to tone out the useless babble about their friend and instead was focusing simply on Sirius' smooth lulling voice.

Realizing that Remus didn't seem to hear a word of what he was saying, Sirius departed from Remus' ear and with a mock frown began wailing "It seems our dear Remmie has turned traitor on me!" causing the rest of the Marauders to laugh.

Shifting in his seat while drinking his butterbeer, Remus felt a bit strange. He had an uncanny feeling that he was being watched. He had gotten the feeling when he had entered the pub, but now the feeling had multiplied. Scanning his eyes across the room, he saw no one threatening; only Hogwarts students and middle-aged wizards and witches who had went to the pub for a drink. However, he thought he saw one man looking at him, but when Remus turned to look at him again, he was staring at his drink.

Strangely, he felt the wolf inside him pulling toward something, but he had no idea what.

Seeing his friend's scanning the room, Sirius asked Remus, "Is something wrong?"

Snapping his gaze from the man across the pub, Remus shook his head. Shrugging his shoulders, he assumed that the "feeling" was just himself having too much butterbeer. After all, the feeling was probably only his imagination and meant nothing. Remus didn't think about it the whole night.

However, Remus shouldn't have simply discarded that feeling. Little did he know that across the room, the man had indeed been staring at Remus… possessively.

TBC