Author's Notes: okay, all of my little symbols for formatting and spacing are gone, no matter what I've tried, it just won't let me, so if the scenes get a little squshed together, it isn't my fault. Also, if any punctuation marks are missing, that's why.

Disclaimer: If only I owned this.

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Chapter 2: A dream? or something more?

Remus jolted awake. The dream (or had it been a dream?) Had seemed so realistic...He could almost still taste the pancakes, the bacon... He shook his head. Impossible.

He gazed out the window of his dormatory, where pale golden sunlight drifted lazily through, in it,specks of illuminated dust drifted pointlessly.

A loud snore and grunt rang out through the room. Remus rolled his eyes and turned his head to see his friend, Sirius Black, helplessly sprawled on his four-poster bed, mouth slightly ajar. Remus smiled, resisting the temptation to take a picture and wake his slumbering friend.

Not having anything better to do, he slipped out of bed, got dressed, and descended into the Gryffindor Common Room. He sat in the sofa in front of the fire-place, where ashes that were once a fire glowed.

The dream had been even more realistic than the others...

Remus had been having dreams of that sort for some time, but none had been as realistic as last night's. He sighed.

This is just too weird. It's not some kind of...premonition, I'm younger in the dreams...Maybe, just maybe, could they be some kind of memory?

Today was not the first time this idea had occurred to Remus, he desperately wished that the dreams, or memories were real.

Everyone else, James, Sirius, Lily, Peter,seemed to havememories of their childhood. But he, Remus, couldn't remember anything at all before age six.

It just makes me even more as an outcast...

"What's up, Remus?" a voice said loudly from behind him. Remus turned to see James Potter grinning, as always. "No, seriously Remus," he said, smile fading, "You seem kind of down, worried...Are you ok?"

Remus smiled, "I'm fine James, it's just, His Majesty, the King Sirius Black kept me up with his terrible snoring."

James grimaced. "Ugh, yeah, I know! We really need to talk to him about that..."

"Talk to who about what?" Sirius entered the room, bleary eyed and yawning.

"Nothing, Sirius," James and Remus said simultaneously.

"Well, I'm hungry," announced Sirius. "Let's go to the Great Hall already."

James rolled his eyes. "If you don't mind, Your Highness, I am waiting for someone."

"Yeah, you mean Lily Evans. Give it a rest, James, she's gonna hate you forever anyway."

James glowered at him.

"I'll go with you Sirius," said Remus. Unlike James, he welcomed the distraction of going down to the Great Hall. It might prevent him from dwelling on the dream/memory.

In the Great Hall, Sirius piled his plate with food, and commenced shovelling it down. Remus watched, eyebrow raised. "Honestly, do you actually thing you're going to be able to eat all that?"

Sirius grunted in reponse.

As Remus was eating his modestly filled plate, James moodily plumped down next to him. In the hallway, he could hear a girl shouting furiously. "James, exactly what did you say to her?"

"I don't know what her problem is, all I did was ask her out."

"James," said repeated Remus, "Exactly what did you say?"

"I said, 'OY! Evans, wanna go out with me? It's a HUGE honour.'"James was clearly annoyed. Remus rolled his eyes.

"James, you really need to learn how to ask girls out."

"And what do you know about that? You've never asked a girl out in your life."

Remus shrugged. "It just takes common-sense, something, you obviously don't posses." James glared, but said nothing.

The rest of the meal was eaten in silence until Peter appeared 20 minutes later, but even then, thethree boys only offered a "Hello". Sirius was still too busy eating, Remus was pondering the dream, and James was still ticked off about Lily Evans. Peter shrugged, unnoticed. He was used to this treatment by now.

Remus glanced at his schedule as the four friends left the Great Hall after breakfast. "We have... Transfiguration first."

Peter groaned. "I hate transfiguration. I'm so bad at it,"

"No offense, Pete," said Sirius, "But you're bad at pretty much everything."

They entered the classroom and took their normal seats in the back. Old Professor Hesley smiled as they walked in. His short, curly grey hair framed his wrinkled face where too equally grey eyes shone and twinkled kindly. It's a pitty he's retiring soon, Remus thought. He took out his quill and paper as the bell rang.

"All right class, today, we'll be studying how to transfigure out desks into small mammals." said the Professor. "Watch closely." He demonstrated the proper technique for the complex spell. "Now, this will be rather difficult for some of you, so don't be discouraged if you don't get it at first." James beamed. He was completely confident he would have no trouble transforming the desk.

"The spell is veravertis. Off you go then."

Remus placed his wand on the desk. "Veravertis," the desk quivered and became ever so slightely, furry. He frowned and tried again. "Veravertis!" Same result. Frustrated, he looked over to James. What he saw made him want to throw down his wand in fristration. Where James' desk had been, now stood a mouse.

Remus turned back to his desk. "Veravertis! Veravertis! Veravertis! Vera...whoa..." on his last try, the desk had morphed into a perfect, brown hamster. Remus leaned back in his chair, satisfied.

He looked around the room to see how everyone else was faring.

Sirius, as he had expected, already had his desk in his pocket (a quivering pink nose stuck out of it.)

Peter, sweating profusely, still had a wooden desk. "Veravartis! Veraber-Veravitis!"

Remus took pity on him and helped him. "It's Veravetis, Pete. Not Veravitis."

"Oh, er, thanks Remus. Veravertis!" the desk became a rat.

Peter grinned, scooped up the rat, and began playing with it. "You know, Remus," he whispered, "I'm glad that I'm going to be rat animagus. They're so sneaky, smart too, you know. I think they're cool."

Remus said nothing, notunderstanding his reasoning behind actually wanting to be a rat.

Most of the class had their desks transformed by now. Rats, mice, hamsters, and gebils scurried around the floor. Several of the more squeamish girls shrieked.

"Oh come on! They're just rodents! They can't hurt you," said an exasperated red-head.

"That's easy for you to say, Lily," said a blond girl, hoop earrings dangling, pink lip-gloss shining, "You're so good at charms and DADA, you could control them and make them leave you alone."

Lily rolled her eyes and took out a book. The Lord of the Rings...It struck a bell in Remus' head for some reason.

The bell rang, and class ended. "Hang on!" Shouted the Professor over the noise of talking students, "Put your rodents into the box by the door before you leave."

Remus noticed that Sirius kept a firm hand in his pocket.

That evening, Remus dropped his bag in the Common Room, exhausted. After lessons, James and Sirius had dragged him out onto the Quidditch pitch so they could practice. Remus abhorred Quidditch, but of course, he never told that to James or Sirius.

Resignedly, he took out his homework and started on his potions essay. The words blurred. He just couldn't concentrate, he was too tired.

Perhaps, I could just rest a bit...Remus slipped out of conciousness.

so, chapter 2 is done. thumbs up or thumbs down?

Moony