Classes

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Next day, Remus had woken groggily, couldn't believe where he was. Then he had remembered. He was at Hogwarts. With a look at his watch, he realized with a start, he would be late for breakfast! With a quick jump he got out of his comfortable bed. Around him, the rest of boys were doing the same thing.

Sirius, James, Peter and Remus managed to get themselves down to breakfast relatively fast, considering the fact that they were new. And got lost, to their mortification. All the while Remus worried that they would be late. They managed to get to the Great Hall on time.

Despite the fact that Sirius was a first year, many girls were looking at him, and half of them looked like they were about to faint. Remus looked sidelong at his friend. Sirius had noticed every last girl sighing about his good looks, and he responded with a jaunty, winning smile, that had the girls chattering and blushing.

James looked at Sirius, his eyebrows raised. "Sirius, what was that about, man?"

Sirius replied as jauntily as his smile. "Well, James, I have no idea. Though I do spot girls looking at you." Indeed, girls were looking at James with much the same way most had looked at Sirius.

Remus chuckled. "Well," he said. "It will be an interesting time here at Hogwarts."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ After they had been dragged back into the common room, Remus felt like someone had beaten him up with a club. He was tired, and right then wanted nothing more than to head to the bed. Unfortunately, he also had some homework. He sighed, and for any excuse not to start, thought over the day.

Potions had been a torture. His first lesson of the day, and he was already firmly convinced that he hated it. The two hours spent in the room had filled him with a loathing like none he had known. He wanted to knock Davius to the ground, hit him, something. Professor Davius had picked on him, with a cruel, wicked, utmost disgust that he felt that should be outlawed. He was sure he knew why. Sirius had informed him that this Professor Davius was the kind of pureblood fanatic that he hated. He, Remus, was no pureblood, though he had Wizarding blood; he was a half-blood and the fact that he was a werewolf was another count against him. Great. Now a fear that Davius would slip this to the Slytherins.

The other classes had not been so bad; Transfiguration was definitely hard, though James seemed to excel at it with a lazy easiness that Remus wished he had. James, after three tries got the match turned into a needle. Remus though, had to struggle to get it done. With the rest of the class, he stared in awe at James, to whom McGonagall bestowed praise. The only other class they'd had was Defence Against Dark Arts. Here, they'd not learned much, yet Remus liked this subject. It was the best class he'd had so far, the one he thought he'd find easy. Unlike himself and James, Sirius hadn't found a good subject. What he seemed best at was chatting up the girls, and smiling. They blushed when he pulled his hair back from his eyes in their direction.

But now, he had homework. He sighed. Those notes for Transfiguration, to do homework.

Sirius came next to him, and then James. "Remus, old man, what are you doing?" inquired Sirius.

"Homework for McGonagall," said Remus.

"Come on, that's due on Wednesday, take a break, man" said James.

Unwillingly, Remus smiled. "Ok." He did think he needed it.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ He'd slept well, considering the fact that they'd spent the time wandering all around the school, and discovering passages. Already, they'd found a secret door near the hall. But now it was classes again, and he was tired. Very tired. The others seemed tired too. James however, checked his timetable. As he checked the morning's classes, a smile unfurled slowly on his face. This was not missed by a few girls down the line of the table.

"What?" inquired Remus. "You look like the cat who got at the cream."

"First lesson is Binns." He looked like he'd been told something wonderful. "Sirius, observe. If what we hear about Binns is true, then this will be pranking time starts." Remus somehow, was not surprised. He'd figured that this would happen.

Sirius sent James a wicked grin.

A little later, they were all in some kind of stupor. The teacher, Professor Binns, was small and wrinkled, and infinitely boring. Remus had tried to stay awake, but it was inevitable. The table loomed closer, and closer and he was snoozing. Through his blissful state, he could barely perceive the red head: Lily? he'd seen at the sorting taking notes. She seemed the only one awake; around her, her friends were snoozing.

When they woke after the bell rang, they set off, still sleepy, to Charms. Again, the teacher was small and wrinkled, this one so short he had to stand on books to see over his desk. In a squeaky voice, he informed them about Levitation charms. They divided into pairs, and practiced. He was with Sirius, James with the redhead, Peter with someone else. Neither he nor Sirius could get the feather to lift, in fact, Sirius made it explode instead. Peter was having trouble as well, which didn't surprise him too much. However, James was not getting on with the red head.

"Look, I know what I'm doing Evans," said James. "It's easy. I just haven't got the hang of it yet." He smiled winningly at her.

"Are you sure Potter?" she inquired, raising an eyebrow with precision, oblivious to his charm. "Then why are you getting nowhere?"

James looked desperate. He seemed to fumble for an answer.

"Observe, and maybe you'll be less arrogant," said the girl, without letting him answer. "Wingardium Leviosa," she said while swishing and flicking her wand. The feather rose, gracefully.

Remus felt his mouth drop open like everyone else's.

On the way to Herbology, Sirius inquired, "Who's the redhead?"

"Lily Evans," said James promptly. Before he, Remus, could answer.

"Quick answer, eh?"

"Shut up Sirius."

After this was a lesson that the others had been looking forward to: flying. With thankfully, Hufflepuff. With Slytherin, they might have died: Snape and James already had a slight dislike of each other, and Malfoy looked at Black coldly in Potions. Trying to outlook Sirius was a bad thing, thought Remus. He always won, because he put pure poison in his look. Still, it was good to Malfoy put down.

Madam Hooch told them, "Ok, grip your brooms."

And then, it was such a short time; she'd blown her whistle. And they were in the air. It wasn't easy, but at least he stayed on: behind him several people fell. But James and Sirius were flying like it was all they'd done, James ducked and swerved, as Sirius pretended to attack him, then with the rest who'd stayed on they came down. Remus could not believe it. Here he struggled, while they swerved, looped and dived like they'd done it all their lives. He had a slight surge of jealousy, then, one of admiration. When James and Sirius touched down last, he clapped with everyone else, with Peter uneasily following his lead. Even Madam Hooch, after yelling them out for unsafe tactics, applauded reluctantly.

In the common room, Remus finished the homework, while the others chatted; consequently, when he was going to bed, they were now starting. James, Sirius and Peter were trying their hardest to finish soon. He chuckled. It'd do them good not to copy his. He sat on the windowsill, in the deserted dorm, and stared skyward. The moon, a new one, stared at him. He stared straight back, and felt satisfied: there was time before he went through that pain again. The stars twinkled near it, and he saw Orion rising, and near it Sirius. He smiled. That had been one of his favourite stars. He'd learned it from his dad, after the bite:

"Dad, what's that star?"

"Which one?"

"That big blue one. It's so bright!"

"That's Sirius. The constellation is Canis Major."

"Ok.Cool!"

It was an outing that had happened when he was nine. His father had gone on, to show him Orion, and Canis Minor, and Lapis, and, of course, Lupus. He had told him stories. Of Andromeda, Cassiopeia, and Perseus. Of Orion, Aesculapius, and Scorpio. . .Dad had been so great. And he had been so fascinated.

He felt his eyes misting, and blinked furiously. He thought of his new friends: they must not know, of his secret. They would abandon him. But yet . . .it would not be easy to hide. They would find out. And one of his worst fears that the wolf that he kept chained up would unloose, and show the world . . .and annihilate his chances of acceptance. His thought, he realized, was what to say when asked. Um are you sure? Right, in what lifetime?

All of a sudden, for no reason, he grew very sleepy. He padded over to his bed, and inside it curled up. By the time the others came up, he was sound asleep. He fell asleep listening to the wind howling, like a wolf.

His dreams were haunted by wolves, friends, and stars, and when he rolled over, these vanished like morning mists, and he slept with out dreams.

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