Lessons in Love and Life

By: RavenNoire

Chapter 1

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-Don't walk in front of me, I might not follow. Don't walk behind me, I might not lead. Simply walk beside me, and be my friend…-

Well now that you know little bit about me, let me tell you about my friends. They were wonderful friends. The best anyone could ever ask for, especially during the trying times we were all going through. They were my support, and I hope I helped them half as much as they helped me. So before I go any farther, here's to friends. Here's to the friends that influenced me, and made me the person I am today.

I remember the first real friend I ever made. Before him I had acquaintances, but never anyone who really accepted me. He was more than a friend, he was family, and I will never forget him. I'll never forget James Potter.

Looking back, I can remember being so nervous about starting at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I didn't expect to make any friends; I had learned a long time ago not to get my hopes up in that department. People let me down, so I turned to books. They never let me down. They always allowed me to know the true them, and they never didn't want me around. So that's what I was doing the day I met James Harold Potter, I was hiding in the pages of an adventure.

That morning my parents had woken me up early and taken me to the train station, I remember their nervous glances. It was as though they thought that people would know what I was just by looking at me. All this and my own insecurities made me a bundle or nerves that cool September morning. My train left at 11 a.m., and they had dropped me off at 10. Their behavior made me feel terrible, like they couldn't wait to get me out of the house, and make me "someone else's problem." So I hid. I ran to the book that I had stowed away in my backpack, and lost myself in a world where happy endings did exist. I was just about to reach the climax of my story when I saw the door to my compartment slide open and a head of messy black hair pop in the opening. Instinct made me weary of this black haired intruder, but curiosity got the better of me and I looked up at him. He was built on the small side, average height, and thin, but healthy. A face that depicted that he was probably in first year like myself, and would probably be on of the better looking boys in our year once we were interested in such things. A mop of messy black hair adorned his head. His hair interested me, it seemed to stick in every direction, and on most people it would look like they had just rolled out of bed, but on this boy…it worked. His hazel eyes twinkled in a way that simply screamed life, and made me believe that he had a soft spot for mischief. But that wasn't all. This intruder, this boy had an aura of vivacity that just filled the small compartment. An essence that made you want to be around him, because something fun was bound to happen.

After what seemed like a few minutes, but was probably only a few seconds, the black haired boy noticed little old me sitting in the compartment he had just entered.

"Oh, hello…is anyone else sitting in here." He said, cocking his head slightly and looking at me innocently. All the while his twinkling eyes presented a different story; he was anything but innocent.

He spoke with an accent that was familiar to my ears, so I assumed that he was from somewhere near London. He also spoke with a certain confidence that I myself could never pull of.

After catching my wandering mind I gathered enough courage to answer the boy, "No…no one else…me…you can sit here if you want…" I said letting my sentence hang at the end. I don't think this boy realized how nervous I was. This was my first chance at making a friend, and I had no idea if I should take it or not. While I was trying to collect my thoughts, life however was going on.

"Thanks mate. Do you mind if someone else sits with us too? I just met him on the Platform and he seems like he'll be pretty fun." The boy said with a grin that displayed straight white teeth, and plainly screamed "I am up to no good."

I looked at him and my heart leapt and my stomach started doing somersaults…he wanted to sit with me, and bring a friend. However my treacherous mind would not let my heart rejoice for long, because such thoughts as, "It's probably the last empty compartment you fool", invaded my mind. This was my chance though, and I knew I wouldn't want to look back and not be able to say I hadn't at least tried…

"Of course…there's plenty of room…"

He probably thought I was so stupid, sitting there pale and scared; intimidated by him and his energy radiating around the small room.

"Wicked," with said with another grin, "Let me go get him." He turned to leave and at the last moment turned around and stuck his hand out in front of me. "James Potter, its great meeting you."

Maybe it was the unexpected politeness from this boy I had classified as a troublemaker or maybe it was just that I was so scared of being rejected by "James Potter", but whatever the cause, I just stared at his hand.

Yes, I just stared at his hand. Until his left eyebrow went up until it almost went into his messy hair and his right scrunched down, in an expression that years later would be so familiar.

"You ok mate?" His voice broke me out of my reverie. And I turned a lovely shade of red after realizing what I had just done.

"Yeah…I'm fine…just a little nervous I guess." I answered with a shy smile.

James grinned again, and it made me wish to be so full of life and mischief like him, I had grown up to fast.

"Don't worry, everyone's nervous when it's their first year, or at least that's what they say." He said looking confident even though his answer hadn't been a definite.

"Are you a first year?" I asked crossing my fingers and holding my breath. He seemed to like me well enough, and if I could keep my secret from him then we might even be friends.

James looked at me with his trademark grin, "Course I am mate and you won't be nervous after being with me for a few days, just you wait and see what I have planned!" he almost yelled with obvious jubilation.

I looked at him and smiled not knowing that this boy was just what I was going to need, that he and a few others would shape the person I am so much. All I knew at that moment was that this was the chance for me, Remus Lupin, to actually break out and have fun. I was not letting that chance slip through my fingers, not when friends might be part of the deal.

"Remus Lupin," I said a grin slightly like his own spreading slowly across my face, "And I can't wait to see what you have planned."

I know its short again, but these are all kind of developing the characters and each "main" character will have their own chapter.

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