Well here you go, Chapter 3.
Chp. 3: Got a lot of Livin' to Do
The dawn was slowly peaking through the window, landing on Remus and blinding him temporarily. When his vision recovered, he saw that Peter had already left for breakfast and, apparently in a hurry to be on time, left nearly half the books he was supposed to take and took at least three he didn't need. James, however, seemed to have no troubles what so ever concerning being on time as he snored softly from behind his curtains.
Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, Remus saw a pair of feet sticking out from underneath Sirius's four poster.
"Um are you…cleaning or something, Sirius?" he asked sheepishly, feeling utterly bewildered.
"Merely hunting the rare and often infuriating shoe, my friend." came the reply. "Got it"
There was a thump and a loud "Ouch!" as Sirius backed up from under the bed, dragging a rumpled shoe along with him. After putting it on his foot, he stood up and walked over to James' bed and yanked open the curtains, allowing the light to fall across the boy's face.
"The light, it burns!" James screeched in protest, throwing his arms across his face.
"You're not a vampire James, get up."
"I could be for all you know. Or a werewolf or a troll who would like nothing better than to tear off your head and use it as a paperweight."
Remus paused at the mention of werewolves, feeling his face go pale and his heart racing. Fortunately, Sirius was paying no attention to him and was throwing a sock at James.
Grumbling, James turned over and pulled the covers over his head.
"C'mon Jim, time for school!" Sirius said cheerfully.
Remus hurried to get dressed as James rolled over again. Grabbing his bag, Remus ran hurriedly out the door, nearly falling down the stairs in the process. Sirius looked after him feeling completely confused.
"What got into him!"
"Who cares…?" James grumbled as he flicked a spider off one of his socks.
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Class Schedule
Astronomy (only on Wednesdays at 12 o' clock) with Sirius
History of Magic with Peter
Charms with James and Peter
Transfiguration with Sirius, Peter and James
Defense Against the Dark Arts with Sirius
Potions with James
Herbology (three times a week) with James, Sirius, and Peter
Remus looked down at his schedule. He had become hopelessly lost.
He spotted the Ravenclaw ghost, a beautiful, sad looking young woman wearing a long flowing dress.
"Um, excuse me…"he asked awkwardly, walking up to her.
She turned around slowly, fixing him with a mournful gaze.
"Do you…er…" he checked his schedule "know where…History of Magic is?" looking at her hopefully.
"Ah its you." she said sadly. "I've heard of you. You were to be in Ravenclaw; the only thing stopping you was your unfortunate affliction." Seeing the alarmed look on his face, she continued. "Oh of course I know about you, the other ghosts do, although we have sworn not to tell. We keep secrets, even in death" She looked incredibly brokenhearted upon saying this and started gliding away, misty tears streaming down her face.
Remus felt slightly bewildered at this. If she knew, who else did? What would happen if they accidentally let it slip? And to top it all off, he still didn't know where History of Magic was. Great way to make a good first impression he thought sadly.
Something brushed against his leg. Looking down, he saw Mrs. Norris, the scrawny dust colored cat his sister had told him about. She looked up at him with her lamp like eyes and gave a disapproving meow.
Sighing, Remus started walking back towards the grand staircase. Mrs. Norris watched him leave before slowly slinking back into the shadows.
He stopped again. There had been a suit of armor against the left wall, but it apparently had walked away (how, he did not know) while he had been talking to the ghost.
Growling in frustration, he ripped up his schedule and started looking, once again, for History of Magic.
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"Mr. Lupin, do you realize that this class began half an hour ago?"
Finally giving up on finding History of Magic, he had begun searching for Charms and, luckily, found it. Remus stood awkwardly in front of the class, scuffing his toes against the floor. He nodded slowly, feeling a blush of shame spread across his face.
"Very well take your seat, but I would like to see you after class." Professor Flitwick said with a sigh.
He looked up at the class. James was trying to stifle a laugh, rummaging around in his bag in search of a quill. Peter sat at the back of the class next to James and was looking at Remus with an expression of bewilderment. He sank wearily down in the seat next to Peter.
Flitwick resumed talking about basic wand movements as Peter turned toward Remus curiously.
Remus glanced at him and mumbled "Don't ask." Peter nodded and began taking notes.
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The class was slowly filtering out of the classroom. Remus was halfway to the door when-
"Mr. Lupin, a word please."
Remus shuffled over nervously. "Professor, I-"
"You got lost, my boy, didn't you?"
"Yes Professor." he said sheepishly.
"You're not the first. I have just the thing." Flitwick jumped off his chair and waddled over to a group of cabinets against the back wall.
"Ah here we are." He said cheerfully.
Handing him a piece of paper, Flitwick said, "That will help. You're dismissed." and went back to planning his next lesson, humming merrily.
Once in the hall way, Remus looked down at the piece of paper. It was a map of Hogwarts, with every classroom labeled and highlighted. His next class was Transfiguration, on the first floor. Putting the map carefully in his bag, Remus ran to the staircase, eager to catch up with the rest of his class.
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Finally, Remus packed his things up for the end of classes. They had gotten homework the first class of Transfiguration and Defense Against the Dark Arts. He trudged up to the seventh floor and collapsed wearily in one of the big squashy arm chairs by the fire. Closing his eyes for a moment, he listened to other Gryffindors talking, especially to a particularly loud group over by the notice board.
"Yes! We have flying lessons tomorrow!" he heard James say loudly.
Remus sighed heavily. He wasn't really looking forward to it, because his mother had never let him on a broomstick, thinking he scratched himself more than enough to get on a broomstick and beat up the rest of him. He sighed again and heaved himself up from the chair. Yawning, he picked up his bag and slowly walked up to bed.
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It was a gloomy day, the dark rain clouds reflecting on the glossy lake. The Gryffindors and the Hufflepuffs stood by their broomsticks. The broomsticks were fairly old, many with bent twigs and dull scratched handles. Some were vibrating an unearthly hum.
"Ghastly weather. Well, what are you waiting for? Everyone step-up to your broomstick, stick out your right hand and say up!" said Madam Hooch.
Remus looked down at his broomstick. There were many dents in its handle, as well as a chunk that appeared to have been reattached with Spello tape.
There were choruses of "Up!" as the brooms jumped into various hands. Remus got it on his third try.
"Good. Now when I blow my whistle, kick off from the ground, rise a few feet, and then descend by leaning forward slightly." She blew her whistle.
Remus kicked off slightly as his broom hovered above the grass below. He was certain that he would rather be on the ground, but it was alright.
As soon as everyone was on the ground again, Madam Hooch looked over them proudly.
"Very good, very good. Now for something a little more challenging. In small groups of six, you may rise no more than ten feet off the ground and practice circles and turns. You lot," she said pointing at two Hufflepuff boys as well as Remus, Sirius, James, and Peter. "You first." she said with a grin.
Remus kicked off the ground. It was much windier higher up. He turned right and then in a slow circle.
The two Hufflepuffs were playing an airborne version of tag, swooping past each other and obviously not paying attention.
Remus looked out across the grounds. He could see the Whooping Willow, flexing its tentacle like branches. He shuddered. He would be going over by it in two weeks. Two very short weeks.
"Remus, look out!"
CRACK! Something heavy hit his back, knocking him off his broomstick and onto the hard ground below. Pain shot through his jaw as he lay there on the ground, the heavy something elbowing his back. Suddenly the weight was lifted off him and someone turned him over. He saw the dark sky above him, as well as the frightened looking faces of his peers and Madam Hooch.
"Someone help me get him to the hospital wing." Madam Hooch said in a whisper, her face as white as a sheet.
As he was lifted up, Remus saw someone else sitting on the ground nearby, rubbing their arm and winching.
"Mr. Potter, you had better come as well. Madam Pomfrey will want to look at that bruise."
James Potter had somehow flown off his broomstick and hit Remus.
Madam Hooch and Sirius took hold of his arms and started helping Remus walk back up to the castle, as James and Peter followed behind.
It started raining. Remus looked at Sirius and tried to ask what had happened, but could barely open his mouth, the pain in his jaw forcing it closed. Winching, he slowly walked the stairs to the front entrance hall.
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"Oh my goodness, what happened!"
"He broke his jaw Poppy. Flying lessons."
"Again! Well he's not the first. Put him over here."
Remus felt his head hit a soft pillow as the terrible pain in his jaw drifted him in and out of consciousness.
"Two days in here and he'll be good as new. He's got a lot of livin' to do."
He slowly faded to sleep as he listened to the receding footsteps of Madam Hooch and his friends.
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Well finally a little action. Sorry it took so long; Alpha homework is murder right now.
If you have any prank ideas, please tell me because there will be more pranks soon.
Thanks to SiriusAllPunked and lightdragon1987 for reviewing.
