A/N why hello there This is my first ever ficcie!!!!!! Well, the first one that i actually like :)
Umm.. please review and tell me what you think.... and dont worry!!! Its gets happier, i promise
Namely when Miandre enters the story (looks evil) hehe
So... just to let you know.. i'll be updating weekly... on a regular basis, well, i'll try.. considering my schedule is so hectic i never know when i'll get time to write :S but then.. what is double science for??
One last thing, this story is dedicated to my good friend Jennifer, who's cute picture of Remus saying "Alas, but who could love a werewolf?" inspired me to write this dw, you can be Miandre too :D
Disclaimer - i do not own harry potter. But it would very much like to own Remus (winks)
Chapter 1 - Alone
Remus Lupin sat on his bed feeling miserable. Nothing seemed to go right in his life, it just wasn't fair. He stared at the floor and sighed, deep in thought. His father had locked him in his room again, Remus could hear him stomping around downstairs, drunk as usual. He looked down at his arm, the scars seeming to glow, a constant reminder of what he'd been through.
Standing up, he moved to the small window of his attic bedroom, and stared out. The half moon seemed pale and worn out, mirroring the aching tiredness and pain he felt in his soul. It was all alone, up there in the sky, alone like him. Sometimes he wished that he could just fly up there and join the moon.
The moon. He hated it... yet, felt some kinship with it. It was his sorrow, and his secret. The reason why he'd be alone forever.
Slowly, the aching misery inside him seeming to weigh him down, Remus walked back to his bed and collapsed onto it, burying his head under a pillow. While softly outside, rain began to fall.
Remus woke the next morning to find a wet fluffy lump sitting on his head. Frowning, he raised an arm and pulled it off, dropping it onto the bed. He sat up and groaned, rubbing his eyes. Opening them, he was shocked to find the contents of his tiny room soaked, including himself. He stood up slowly, trudging over to the window and closing it. Outside it was still raining lightly.
Walking back over to his bed and sitting down, he picked up the lump and raised his eyebrow critically. The lump shook itself, spraying Remus with water, then proceeded to hoot happily.
"I don't know what you have to be so happy about." Remus remarked sleepily, standing up and setting the owl down on his miniscule desk. Running a hand through his silvery brown hair, he fell back onto his bed and yawned. Great, he thought. another day. Another day of sitting in this room. There was still four weeks of his holiday left, and he didn't even know if his father would let him return to Hogwarts.
"Speaking of Hogwarts..." He said, suddenly remembering a particularly nasty piece of Astrology homework that he had conveniently forgotten about. Sighing, he sat down at his desk and rummaged through his many scrolls. As he searched, a magazine fell onto the ground. Picking it up, he recognised it as Young Magical Weekly, a magazine aimed at students studying magic all over the world. Momentarily distracted, Remus flicked through it, one page catching his eye.
Owl Pen Pals!
Join our new Owl Pen Paling system, sign up, and you could be chatting to someone on the other side of the world within minutes! Guaranteed to give you hours of fun and laughter, and many many new friends!
Frowning and rubbing his forehead, Remus picked up his pen and began to fill in the form attached.
"What harm can it do?" He mused. "Perhaps I don't have to be alone..."
As he finished writing, excitement started to rise in him. Perhaps he could have a friend after all. Someone on the other side of the world wouldn't know anything about him, who he was...WHAT he was.
Cutting out the form with scissors, he slid it into an envelope and tied it to the leg of the owl, who was currently trying to eat his copy of 'Unfogging the Future.'
"I dont know who you are, or where you came from, but if you delivered this for me it would be really good." He said, stroking its feathers and receiving a sharp nip for his efforts.
Remus sighed, staring at the drop of blood on his finger, and set the owl down on his window sill. It shook itself and hooted, then looked at Remus imploringly.
"I suppose you want a name..." He frowned. "I'll call you Captain." He decided, remembering a name his mother always used to call him, Captain Stupid.
"What's wrong Remus? You look sad."
"It's the kids at school, mum. They all hate me."
"Don't say that Captain Stupid! You'll find a friend one day. I bet there's someone special out there just waiting for you."
Remus was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice that Captain had flown away. Sighing, he fell back on his bed and started doing his Astrology homework.