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Now, for the story....
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
The weeks went by quickly. The usual transformation interrupting the young lycan's last week of May. Things were normally like this. He woke up one morning to see his room boarded up with silver locks and such. His father always insisted on putting locks on his door, incase he tried to break free.
That night, the transformation from human to werewolf was how it'd always been - uncomfortable.
Remus didn't complain though, never did, really. Even as young as he was, he'd taken his Mother's manners, kind smile, and light brown eyes.
He had his Father's hair, though, and face. That's what Mum said to him, at least. Remus couldn't tell any longer, since he rarely caught a glimpse of his Father without his face being all wrinkled up in frustration or concentration.
"Remus! Time to get out of your room. Full moon's rising!" his Dad called, knocking sharply on his door, before undoing the locks and walking into Remus' room, which was painted an almost midnight-black colour.
The boy stood up, and headed out of the room, past his Father, and into the room right next to his, which was plain. There were no windows, no beds, and silver bars lined the back of the door. Rather gloomy, he thought.
Thomas murmured something under his breath, and closed the door behind the lycan, securely locking the door and turning around, before heading back up to the top floor. Maybe he could fix some tea, read a book, do something to pass the night away.
He stepped out of the dungeons, or basement, and closed the door firmly behind him, locking it also, just incase. Yes, tea and a book, that would be very good.
Remus blinked, and looked around the room, examining it carefully with his eyes, before taking a seat on the floor, and waiting for the transformation to begin....
That night, howls were heard, though none responded. James sat up in his bed, slightly startled as to why he was hearing howling. He slipped out of bed, walked over to his window, pulled back the curtains, and looked up at the sky. Full moon, May thirty-first. His vision adjusted slightly to the dark, and he looked around at all the houses. All the lights were out, everyone seemed to be asleep. Maybe he'd just been dreaming. Then again, he thought, as he got back into bed and stared up at the ceiling. Maybe it wasn't a dream...
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Three months later....
"James Potter, nice to meet you."
The platform to train station, nine and three quarters was busy with students on September first, and in all the hustle and bustle, James still managed to introduce himself to some blond-haired kid, who looked as fidgety as a ferret.
James' parents had already said their good-byes, and were now exiting the platform, leaving him to wait for one of his best friend's, who was running a bit late, it seemed.
He looked around, but finally gave up in waiting for Remus and boarded the train, as it was about to leave. Peter Pettigrew followed after him after a few seconds hesitation.
Actually, it wasn't Remus who was late. He'd boarded the train as soon as he got to the platform, in hopes of grabbing a compartment to himself. Fortunately, he had managed to get his own compartment, and was soon joined by James and a smaller kid that he'd never seen before. "Hey, Remus," James greeted his friend, walking into the compartment and taking a seat opposite his friend. "Oh, hey, James," Remus replied, smiling slightly. "Who's this?" he asked, gesturing to Peter, and offering the boy a slight smile.
"Peter Pettigrew. Met him about ten minutes ago," James answered, as Peter took a seat near the window, knawing his lower lip anxiously.
"Nice to meet you, Peter. I'm Remus Lupin," he said, nodding. Peter nodded in response, as it seemed he wasn't capable of doing much else at the time being.
James shrugged, and turned back around to face Remus. "Anyway, howcome you weren't at the platform when I was?" He rose a brow at Remus, waiting for an answer.
"Dad wanted to make sure I was on the train before it left the station," Remus answered quietly, shrugging. "Sorry about that," he added.
"S'all right. Just..." James shrugged, seeing that Remus was watching him with an eyebrow raised.
A few more silent minutes passed, in which Remus read his book, and James tried to make conversation with Peter, before another student burst into their compartment, panting and looking around at the three boys.
James had been startled from his seat nearly, and frowned, seeing the new student. Peter had squeaked when he heard the door open and close quickly. Remus kept reading, and grinned, but glanced up from his book after a few moments.
"Hello, Sirius," he muttered.
The new person to their small group named Sirius, blinked, and looked over at Remus, wondering how he knew his name, because he'd never seen Remus, or any of these others, either. "Er, how d'you know my name?" Sirius asked, taking a seat across from Peter near the window. "Heard someone shouting your name, then heard you running down here and stopping infront of our compartment," Remus replied.
"Oh, well...erm, okay," he replied, blinking and shrugging. James rose a brow at Sirius, and Peter calmed down slightly. "I'm Remus Lupin, by the way. This is James Potter, and Peter Pettigrew," Remus said, gesturing to James and Peter, who nodded and smiled at Sirius. "Sirius, at your service," Sirius said, grinning and nodding to the three boys. "Nice to meet you all, by the way," he added more casually, seeing James start to laugh, and Peter give him an odd look.
"So, who was it that was calling your name? Mum? Dad?" James asked Sirius, grinning.
"Er, no, neither," Sirius replied, frowning slightly. He didn't really like the subject of his family much.
"Sibling?" Remus inquired curiously.
"How about we get off the subject?" Sirius snapped at him, narrowing his eyes at Remus, who held up his hands in a surrendering gesture. James shrugged, and looked over at the door, yawning boredly. "Hey, you guys wonder what house we'll all be sorted into?" he asked, smiling slightly as he turned back around to face Sirius and Remus.
"Probably Slytherin for me," Sirius murmured darkly. Remus cast him a sidelong glance, wondering why he'd say that. James hesitated a moment, but didn't question Sirius' words. "I think I'll land in Gryffindor -no other house would fit me," he said, laughing and looking over at Peter. "How about you, Pete?" he asked, cocking his head to the side as he waited for the boy's reply.
Peter shrugged, and looked down at the palms of his hands. "Probably Hufflepuff," he said quietly, not even sure if he'd really even be sorted into a house at all.
"Right...how about you, Remus?" James asked, turning his head to address Remus. "I'm not sure. Ravenclaw, I suppose," he said, letting a faint smile slip, as he realized that they'd all picked different houses. Sirius and James smirked, as they too, recognized what had happened. "You know what would be real strange? If we were all sorted into the same house," Sirius said, laughing slightly, though inside, he really did want that to happen, and he really wanted it to be Gryffindor House, also.
Though the chances were pretty slim...I mean, his family was pretty much all for Slytherin and pure-blood.
Sirius was torn between his family, and his friends....or, soon-to-be best friends. His family, on one hand, would most likely scold him, and do worse, if he was sorted into Gryffindor. But he'd only see them for the summer, right?
While his friends would be around him for the whole school year...and he'd surely not be able to be around them if they were in Gryffinder, and he, in Slytherin.
"...Sirius? James asked you what sort of candy you like," Remus said, interrupting the boy's thoughts, and jerking his attention over to James, then over at the witch with a trolley of candy.
Sirius smirked, and laughed softly. "I like all sorts of candies, James...'specially the chocolate frogs. I have a collection, y'know, back at home."
James grinned happily, and picked two chocolate frogs (for him and Sirius), a bag of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans -now with paper and wood, flavours-, and a few ice mice for Peter. Remus muttered a thank-you and fished out a few coins, tossing them over to James, before opening up the bag of multi-flavoured beans. James shrugged, and pocketed the coins, then started opening up his chocolate frog package. Sirius followed suit, and Peter began fiddling around with his small box of ice mice, trying to figure out how to open it up.
Remus found a decent-looking (purple) bean, and fingered it carefully, trying to think up all the possible flavours they could make with the colour purple. 'Grape, prunes, raisins...maybe..aren't they, like, brown?' He thought to himself, before realizing that Sirius and James were watching him curiously. He offered a smile, and ate the small, purple bean. "Gah, tastes terrible...like medicine," Remus stated, shaking his head and offering his bag of sweets to Sirius, as he also offered to help Peter open up his box of ice-mice.
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It was dark when the train finally came to a halt, and the students got up from their seats, clambering to the train's doors. By now, the foursome had properly got to know eachother, or...as good as you could within ten or so, hours. Remus had learned that James was an only child, living out on the country with his parents, in a real nice house, and a dog for a pet, that he'd named Poppy.
Sirius hadn't talked much, or...didn't say much about his family, not as much as James had, at least, but he still gave away some information. Like, he liked to prank other kids around his neighborhood, and sit up in his room, with his collection of chains, and other metal things.
Peter was also living with his parents, though they lived in the center of London, so it was pretty hard for him to get much peace. He'd said that his mum liked to take him down to the park often, and just play around on his own. The few friends that the boy had had, were all gone now, either moved, or just stopped being his friend. Remus hadn't participated much in the conversations, and had barely mentioned his family, and if he was pestered too much to do so, he just picked up his book and began to read.
"Hey, look! There's the castle...across that river," Sirius said as they jumped off the train and looked around. James nodded, trying to look over the heads of the older students to get a better look at the castle, but he couldn't see as well down here on the ground, than he could up there at the top of the steps of the train.
Remus and Peter followed the other two raven-haired boys off the train, and tried to stick together, so they wouldn't get mixed up in the crowd. After a few minutes longer, a voice called for all the first years, and so the four boys followed the voice, until they came to stand infront of a giant-sized man.
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Er, and sorry for chapter shortness (again, sorreh!), but there wasn't much to do in this chapter...it's just a fill-in chapter, heh.