Summary: AU What if Dumbledore never became headmaster? Remus wouldn't have been able to go to Hogwarts. When Sirius becomes a healer they meet at the ministry. RLSB SLASH
Warnings: This is rated for slash rlsb! And also bad spelling and grammar. I need a BETA, a good one too. Can become M later.
Disclaimer: Not mine!
CHAPTER ONE
He had realised that his first day was the day of the full moon, however he now knew he had been very wrong to assume this would be a job giving werewolves their shots, like a vet would do. Bandaid had given him a quick explanation of the job, they were the main centre for branding the werewolves, giving them their yearly bite check-ups, their three monthly feral check and disposal if necessary. Apart from that they had to house the werewolves in the London area at full moon nights, which basically meant locking them up for the night.
Remus stumbled into his apartment. He seemed to be out of luck today, he was tired because of the full moon tonight.
He had known it would be like this three years ago when he kissed his parents goodbye and left for London. He'd been seventeen, of age in the wizarding world and leaving the cottage had felt like an adventure. Now however he had lost what must've been his twenty-something job, it wouldn't have been a great loss if he didn't need the money for the rent so desperately. Stocking shelves had never been his idea of what his life would be like, but he didn't have much choice, and he knew.
His education was lacking seriously because he had had to change schools every couple of months. He never had gotten the chance to settle somewhere and make friends, never learned how to make friends either. His parents had tried to get him into Hogswarts, but they should've known it was a lost case, he wasn't allowed to own a wand anyway, he couldn't handle one either. When he was a child he tried and nick his dad's but he had soon given up on it, better not to know what he missed out on.
He liked reading, but no one had ever gotten a job because they had read Homer. Even librarians needed a thorough education these days, and he couldn't spare the time nor the money to get that.
No one would hire a werewolf anyway.
He cut of his depressing thoughts and got up and started rummaging through the refrigerator. He knew he wouldn't find anything, but sometimes something would magically appear, the ministry couldn't hold involuntary magic against him. No such luck today, he'd better take a nap and set his alarm, he had to catch the bus to the registry at four.
Sirius was surprised to see the werewolves, nothing like he imagined, really. Only four would be in the London area today, and three of them were present. His job was easy enough. Put werewolves in cage, lock them up, come back in the morning. He was starting to wonder where the fourth werewolf was, he didn't want any trouble on his first day. Checking his watch for the umpteenth time, he decided to get started and turned to the woman on his left.
'Good evening, mam, ready for the lock-up then?' The woman looked pale but she nodded and stepped into the first cage with a sigh. Sirius quickly spelled it close and proceeded. Soon he had finished, the spells were easy after all.
Remus got off the bus stop and started running toward the phone booth.
'Remus Lupin, here for lock-up' He panted, he got his badge and for once he was glad didn't have a wand to check in. He couldn't believe he had overslept, they were supposed to be locked up at five, and it was almost ten past. He knew Bandaid would be angry, a later lock-up meant overtime for Bandaid, Remus knew. Not to mention the penalty that would be awaiting him.
As he ran down the stairs he saw it was a trainee of some sort, good looking man he though. This could go either well, or very bad.
Sirius saw the man hurrying toward him with a frightened look and couldn't help the small smile on his face. He knew they could give penalties up to a thousand galleon, but the man didn't look like he would be able to raise the money anyway, with his patched clothes. He frowned at himself for being so smpathetic with the werewolves.
The man, no not really a man, more a boy, he didn't look a day older then sixteen. He didn't look like Sirius had expected from a werewolf, the boy had pretty brown eyes, and he looked – sweet.
'Im so sorry, the battery of my alarm must've died-' Sirius snapped out of his daze.
'No problem at all, you're just in time.' He tried to give his best dazzling smile, it didn't feel natural though, nothing felt natural, as if there wasn't enough oxygen in the dungeons.
Remus snapped his mouth shut and looked at the ground, best not to draw more attention to himself. He shuffled toward the open cage and while Sirius locked it hestarted undressing and pushing his clothes trough the bars.
'Can I put those somewhere for you?' Sirius didn't know why, but he had a sudden urge to make conversation with this boy.
'No that – that's alright, Ill be fine.' Remus quickly said, feeling more naked then ever.
'Alright. Ill be here in the morning.' Sirius added, he couldn't help the feeling of disappointment when the boy didn't reply, just nodded.
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