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This is a story about the Marauders. That's right, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Sirius Black, & James Potter. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, & Prongs. The Marauders! This story will also contain SLASH! MALE / MALE RELATIONSHIP! The lovely couple will be Remus & Sirius and POSSIBLY Harry & Draco in much LATER chapters. No Like, No Want, No Read!

Those of you who DO like Slashy Yummy-ness, you may scroll down for the second chapter!

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The Chronicles of a Werewolf

Chapter Two:

Thin Gold Band

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Harry looked around the large entry way as Remus closed the front door behind him. The young Gryffindor could hear the werewolf locking the numerous bolts and casting and locking charm as well. Surprisingly, the house was eerily silent. He couldn't hear anyone or anything. His green eyes quickly flashed to the wall that held Sirius' mother's portrait only to find the wall bare.
"Where'd the painting go?" Harry asked as he set his belongings onto the ground.
"I managed to get it off a few days ago." Remus said grimly. "Hagrid helped of course. He literally ripped it from the wall."
Harry could see the large gash in the wall where the painting had been stuck. "Well, at least it's gone."
"Yes." The older Gryffindor nodded. "Along with the filthy House-Elves."
The dark haired boy spun his head quickly to the hallway and sure enough, the numerous elf heads were gone. His eyes narrowed dangerously however. "What about Kreacher?" Harry asked softly.
Remus scowled as well. "We found him dead in the attic. Starved apparently."
Harry nodded grimly.
The two Gryffindor's headed up the narrow stairs to the bedrooms. "You'll be in the same room as before." Remus said as they neared the door on the right.
Harry pushed the door open and walked into the dimly lit room. Instead of the two beds from when Harry and Ron had shared the room, there was only one. Other then that, the room looked exactly the same. The same wardrobe and the same blank painting that belonged to Phineas Nigellus.
The young Gryffindor sighed and set his trunk on the floor at the foot of his bed. Harry sat on the edge of the soft downy mattress and looked at the dusty wooden floor. Remus was right, it was hard being here. Everything reminded him of Sirius. He jumped a little as the bed beside him sank slightly. Remus had joined him on the soft mattress.
"How are you doing, Pup?"
A knot formed in Harry's throat. "Could be better. But that's a given. How about you, Moony? He was your best friend after all."
Remus made an odd muffled sort of noise in the back of his throat before he said, "Same as you I suppose. It's hard, but we can be here for each other. Talking and laughing. Sirius would like that."
Harry smiled as he yawned. "Yes he would."
Remus stood up and smiled down at the young Gryffindor. "Why don't you get some sleep. I'll head downstairs and start cleaning if you need me." Harry nodded as he climbed under the covers, not bothering to remove his clothes. Deep steady breathing could soon be heard in the small room as a certain tawny haired werewolf stood outside the room, back against the door with his head bowed as silent tears rolled down his handsome face.
How he missed his mate.

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Harry didn't wake until the next morning. The smell of burning pancakes drifting up from the kitchen wafted to his nostrils. He peeked his head out from under the thick blankets, and squinted. Someone had removed his glasses sometime during the night. He sat up and placed the thick frames onto his nose. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Harry grabbed a jumper and opened the door. The young man looked up as Remus stepped into his vision carrying a tray of very black pancakes and butter.
Remus looked up and jumped slightly. "Ah!" He said with a smile, but Harry could see that his friend's eyes were slightly puffy. "He was crying?" "I was just coming up to wake you, we're having pancakes!" As if to emphasize his point he raised the tray slightly.
"Er, smells good." Harry said with a small grin as he followed the Marauder down the stairs and into the kitchen.
Sensing his sarcasm, Remus laughed lightly. "Yes, well, I was never good at cooking. I never have guests."
"Obviously."
"What, that I'm a bad cook or that I have few guests?"
"Both I suppose."
"Yes, well, now I have a reason to practice."
"What, cooking or making friends?"
Remus laughed. "Just like your father you are."
Harry smiled cheekily. "So when do we start on the house?"
"As soon as we buy supplies." Remus answered as he drank his morning tea and read The Daily Prophet. "I think we should paint the walls first. Sound good?"
Harry smiled and nodded. "Sounds good."
The two Gryffindor's ate their breakfast in silence. Harry didn't want to seem rude so he forced the black pancakes down with large gulps of orange juice. He was relieved to finally reach his last bite. As he finished swallowing, Remus offered another plate full and Harry declined a little too quickly causing the werewolf to laugh.

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The walk to the hardware store was shorter then Harry thought it would be. It was only a few blocks. As soon as the two Gryffindor's walked into the large building, a strong smell of wood penetrated their noses. Remus coughed slightly and covered his nose with a grimace. When Harry gave him a questioning look, Remus shrugged and whispered, "The wolf doesn't like it." They made their way to the back of the store where the painting supplies were kept. Both men gaped at the enormity of the paint colours. There were so many to choose from that Harry wasn't sure they'd ever be able to decide. "This one's nice." Remus said pointing to a light green colour.
"Too Slytherin."
"This one?"
"Too girly."
"How about this one?"
"Too bright."
"This?"
"Too dark."
"You pick on then!" Remus said finally.
"Why don't we just get a white for the living room? It's plain enough."
"But white is boring."
"Okay, then how about a tan, with a white trim."
"That could work." Remus said thoughtfully.
"Okay, that's it then!" Harry said quickly, before the werewolf could change his mind. They grabbed three cans of tan and one can of white and put them into the large basket they were pushing.
"Now how about for the bedrooms?" Remus asked looking back at the large selection.
"Well, I would personally like red for my room. It's my favourite colour. Maybe a nice light blue for the bathrooms. And how about a nice pale yellow for your room? It would open it up and bring light to it." Harry suggested all of this in a matter of seconds.
Remus blanched. "I love that. How are you so good at this?"
"My Aunt Petunia always talked about house decoration and I had nothing better to do but listen."
"Ah."
"That leaves the kitchen." Harry said after looking over all of the paint they had piled into the cart.
"Let's just do that white." Remus waved his hand dismissively. "No need to get creative with such a boring room."
Harry laughed. "Maybe if you didn't think the kitchen was boring, you'd be a better cook."
He turned around with a smirk not expecting the paintbrush that just so happened to collide into the back of his head.

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Remus slammed the door shut with his foot as he and Harry stumbled into Number 12, Grimmauld Place, their arms laden with heavy bags full of paint, doorknobs, wood, nails, and everything else you can dream of. The werewolf had preformed a tricky charm on the bags when no one had been looking to make sure that everything they had purchased would fit. Thankfully, it had worked. Harry threw his things down onto the floor and followed them soon after. He stretched out on his back with his eyes closed. The walk back from the store had seemed a great deal further when he was carrying such a heavy load. Remus joined him on the floor smiling up at the ceiling.
"Well that was my exercise for today."
Harry laughed. "Me too."
They lay there like that for a while, staring at the ceiling. Harry couldn't help but think that if Sirius were here, he'd be laying there with them in his Animagus form waging his tail with his large pink tongue hanging out happily. Harry sniffed quietly, silently praying Remus hadn't heard him, but of course, Remus being a werewolf, his prayers were in vain. Said werewolf rolled over onto his stomach and looked at the young man.
"Are you alright?" He asked quietly.
Harry nodded mutely and sniffed again, trying to force the large bolder in his throat down. "Just thought about Him."
"I was thinking about Him too."
"It's hard not to."
"Especially in this house." A large round tear rolled down Harry's cheek and into his hair. He sniffed again and quickly swiped at his eyes. "It's alright to cry Harry."

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The two Gryffindor's had decided to start working on the Study the next day, which is why Remus had banged into Harry's room at the crack of dawn.
"Up sleepy head! Time to get cracking!" Remus said happily as he pulled the large blanket off of the sleeping form.
Harry yawned and mumbled, "How can we get cracking when the sun hasn't even begun to crack?"
Remus opened the window and looked out. It was true, the sun wasn't even up yet, but their surroundings were starting to brighten in the gray dawn. He closed the window again and turned back to the young man who had pulled the blankets back over his head. "Now, now!" Said the werewolf, making the blanket disappear with the tap of his wand. "None of that! The sooner you get up, the sooner we'll be done!"
The dark haired man groaned and reluctantly sat up. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and placed his glasses onto his nose. "At least let me take a shower."
The amber-eyed adult smiled, "That's the spirit. I'll meet you in the Study with our breakfast."
"Great," Harry muttered sarcastically as he grabbed his clothes for the day.

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Harry walked into the Study to find Remus sitting on a moth eaten chair eating a muffin and drinking hot chocolate. He smiled when Harry walked in. "Nice shower?"
"Very."
"Took long enough."
"Yes well…" Harry said with a shrug. "Where'd you get the muffin? I know you couldn't have made it."
Taking another bite of his muffin, the werewolf stood up. "I went to the store down the street. It's owned by a wizard family, so I was able to Floo there."
"That's cool." The young Gryffindor said quickly. "So where's my muffin?"
Remus laughed and pointed to the desk in the corner. There was a large plate piled high with different types of muffins. Harry grabbed a chocolate chip muffin and stuffed it whole into his mouth. The adult raised a thin eyebrow and shook his head in amusement. "I thought we'd start by clearing all of the furniture out of this room. Then we can start painting." Remus said has he finished the last bit of his hot chocolate. "It shouldn't take that long."
Harry finished his second muffin and cast a spell that rolled up the area rug that had been in the middle of the room and levitated it out the doorway. He then started levitating the desk and other furniture out the door as well with the werewolf's help. They continued in this manner for roughly a half hour. Finally all that was left was the giant tapestry of the Black Family Tree. The teen started peeling it away from the wall with Remus' help when he noticed something that he hadn't before. At the bottom of the family tree, attached to Sirius' name was a gold line with the looping letters that formed the name, "Remus Lupin!" Harry quickly looked at the werewolf, who hadn't noticed the other boy's shock. Then he saw it. On the man's left ring finger was a thin golden ring.

(TBC)

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