Author Notes:
Adaptation is still around, don't worry! The thing is I have been banished from the small flat I share with Cairn87 and his boyfriend because, and I quote, they haven't had sex in two weeks… So! I thought I'd do some fanfic while I hide out in the 24/7-computer cluster… I have left my other floppy back in my room when I was being forcibly ejected… Lol!
Anyway! This is in the same universe as Rewards and Adaptation, so the same couples exist. I've put it in the Marauder-era, as I didn't want it to clash with Adaptations. Besides, I have been pondering doing a fic of them at school for a while!
Anyway, I'm at the cluster now and have decided to work on this instead of my essay!
I hope you enjoy!
Warnings:
Would contain Slash, (SB/RL,) but they aren't together until year 5… So! I guess you don't have to worry about that. Though, my Remus has a tendency to be submissive when scared or it's near the Full Moon, does that count as something to worry about?
Pairings:
Pre-slash SB/RL? This is year one, and they get together in year 5… so probably not.
Disclaimer
I own nothing. Sob…
Summary
The Marauders' are joining school, but none of them actually know each other, and Sirius gets off on the wrong foot with just about everyone… This is in the same 'universe' as 'Rewards' and 'Adaptation', so clarifies some points mentioned in them. That said, you do not have to read either of those fics to understand this one.
Remus' POV
This is a really, really bad idea.
I'm a werewolf; there is no way I should be here. There must have been some mistake…
I look around at all the milling children with their parents, all of them scrambling to get onto the train.
"Go on," mum gives me a little push towards it.
"But…"
"I'll give you a hand with your trunk," dad drags it onto the train for me, then steps back off.
"Mum…"
"We'll see you next summer," she smiles, "remember to write."
"I…" but they've gone.
I bite my lip as I watch them slip back off the platform. The wolf inside me whines over our abandonment.
Before I know it, the whistle is sounding and the train is jerking a little as it leaves the station. I clutch my trunk compulsively, then shake my head. I consider dragging the trunk down the corridor as I try to find a compartment, but it is clearly too large for me. I leave it where it is and set off.
Unsurprisingly all of the compartments are full. I'm starting to give up hope when I finally find one empty. I step inside, then curl up onto the forward facing seat by the window.
I notice that there is a trunk in the compartment, so the owner must have wandered off without it. The name states S. Black, and looks very expensive.
I let my eyes flicker shut. If nothing else I can try and catch up on some sleep.
I jolt in surprise when another boy enters the compartment. His dark hair is slightly mussed and his hazel eyes watch me from behind his glasses. He grins at me brightly.
"Hello!" he grins, then drops into the seat facing mine.
I stare at him,
"Hello, err Mr Black?"
He scowls,
"Nah, I'm James Potter."
"Oh," I reply. "I'm Remus Lupin."
He grins again,
"This your first year?"
I nod,
"Yes. You too?"
He nods and opens his mouth to speak when another boy enters, looking pleased to have found somewhere to sit. His hair is light blonde and he looks rather pale. His eyes seem to be a light watery blue.
"Hey!" James beams. I think he may be a little excitable.
"Hi," the smaller boy smiles back. "Can I sit here?"
"Sure!" James nods. "I'm James Potter and this is Remus Lupin. Who are you?"
"Peter Pettigrew," Peter sits down beside James. "It's nice to meet you."
I offer a half smile,
"You too."
James seems to spot the trunk over his head,
"Is that yours?"
"No," I reply, "it was here when I came in."
He stands to get a better look,
"That's why you thought I was a Black?"
"Yes."
He scowls,
"Wonder where he wandered off to…"
"He who?" Peter asks.
"Sirius Black, I'm assuming this is his."
"Black? Great…" Peter rolls his eyes.
"Tell me about it…" James drops back into his seat.
I don't join in the conversation. If they hate this boy because he is from the Black family, think what they would think of me…
"Hey," James brightens again. "Have you guys seem the league tables recently? Was that a surprising result or what?"
Peter laughs,
"They came from nowhere!"
They both turn to me, expecting some sort of contribution to the conversation.
"I don't follow the league," I tell them.
James looks like I just told him I'm a werewolf… Peter shrugs and turns back to James, who finally seems to shake off his shock and restart the conversation.
Author notes:
Hmm… I kinda like this, though it's a little different from what I normally do… At least, I think it is. I find it very hard to assess my style…
Anyway! I have decided to keep the chapters short in this story, but I will post the rest of what I have written soon. I just need to get it proof read by a beta who isn't… err… never mind.
As a PS, I am about to post chapter 14 of Adaptation. So don't worry about it having been abandoned!
Thanks for reading
