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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 fourth chapter!

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The Chronicles of a Werewolf

Chapter Four:

Ah, the Joys of Friendship

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For the next few days, Remus and Harry continued cleaning out the study. Everyday, Remus would tell Harry a little bit more of his life and Harry always looked forward to the stories that lay ahead of him, today especially. The werewolf had promised to tell Harry of his first few days at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

After breakfast the two men grabbed their paintbrushes and continued where they had left off the day before.

"I suppose you want me to start telling my story now?" Remus asked with a smile.

Harry grinned widely. "You know me so well."

The Marauder took a deep breath and 'hmm-ed' quietly as a look of concentration washed over his face.

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September 1, 1970

I remember it perfectly. My stomach felt like ground beef and I was sure I was going to have to run to the loo in a few minutes. I was so nervous. I was sitting by myself in the very last compartment of the Hogwarts Express and I couldn't help thinking that I was a soldier in enemy territory.

I was sitting close to the door because the sight of the scenery whizzing by outside only made my queasy stomach worse and I wanted to be as near to the exit as possible just in case I had the sudden urge to 'ease my stomach,' if you know what I mean.

'I should just sleep the whole time,' I thought to myself. 'It'll help I think.'

Mew curled up next to my stomach as I rested on my side with my arm under my head for a pillow. I stroked her fur and her content purring soon lulled me to sleep; a very short sleep.

I was shaken awake not five minutes after I had fallen asleep by a boy who looked my age. He had large hazel eyes that were framed by square glasses and black, very messy, hair.

"Is it alright if we sit here?" He asked.

I nodded.

"Thanks."

"No problem."

Him and the boy he was with sat down across from me. "I'm James Potter and this is Peter Pettigrew."

"Hullo." Peter said. He had thin blond hair that was cut in the classic soup bowl shape and he had blue eyes.

They both looked very nice and, surprisingly, the wolf inside seemed to accept them as well. "I'm Remus Lupin. Nice to meet you."

"And you." James smiled. "Sorry to have barged in here, but Snape and Black wouldn't leave us alone."

I had heard of them. Well, Black at least, the name Snape was unfamiliar to me. Black, however, was a well-known Wizarding family who studied and practiced the Dark Arts.

"What did they do?" I asked quizzically.

James scratched his head. "Nothing major. They were just calling Pete here names." He looked at Peter who was staring pointedly out the window, obviously embarrassed.

"That's so juvenile." I growled.

Peter turned to look at me. "What?"

My eyes widened. "Uh…" I mumbled. "Not you! Them!"

"I know that, but what is juv-a-nile."

I smiled amusedly as he tried to pronounce the word. 'How can he not know what it means?' I asked myself.

"Immature." James answered.

'At least he knows what it means.' I sighed.

"Oh," said Peter quietly. "I knew that!"

James and I laughed, though I felt badly for it. I knew it wasn't polite to laugh at others, but I couldn't help it. Plus, James' laughter only made me laugh harder.

"Oh…" Peter muttered, though he had a smile too. "Shut up." Then he started laughing too.

'Is this what it's like to have friends?' I asked myself as I laughed with Peter and James, my nausea completely forgotten.

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The train ride passed by quickly and before we knew it we were gliding across the Lake in a small boat. I gasped as the great castle came into view and I heard James and Peter do likewise behind me.

"Whoa," James whispered.

After our boats docked in the underground cavern, we climbed the many stairs where we were greeted by Professor McGonagall, who informed us about the sorting that was to take place in a few minutes. She then left us to wait in the hall.

All of the first years were waiting together, their whispering echoed in the large room. The other students could be head from the Great Hall as well. Thank to my ever-so sensitive wolf-like hearing, the noise was almost too much to bear! But through the noise, I could hear one voice loud and clear, followed by several high pitched giggles.

James groaned, "Not him again."

I turned around and saw two tall boys standing in the center of a small group of girls, all of whom were gazing starry-eyed at the more handsome of the two, Sirius Black, the other being, of course, Severus Snape.

At that moment, Black was puffing out his chest and boasting about how his mother had bought him a silver Slytherin ring.

"She already knew, of course, that I will get into Slytherin." Black said confidently. "I mean, the entire Black family has been in Slytherin for generations."

"Is that really true?" One of the many girls asked, her eyes wide in adoration.

"Yes, it is, ma-lady," Black smiled. "They were even debating whether or not they should change the title Slytherin House to Black House."

James began to laugh loudly amidst the "oh's" and "ah's", "Oh, please!"

Black spun around to glare at the laughing boy, "What, Potter! You don't think it happened?"

"No," James retorted, "I know that didn't happen based on the sole information that your great-great-whatever," he waved his hand, "was the worst Headmaster this school has ever seen."

Snape finally spoke up as he stepped between the two boys, "Just piss off, Potter! No one asked for your opinion."

James scoffed, "Well, lay me down to die, I've seen everything. A future Slytherin defending a friend?"

"What would you know about it?" Snape scowled. "You'll probably end up in Hufflepuff!"

"What does it matter!" I said without thinking, "He'll still be smarter than you lot!" It wasn't much, and now when I think back on it, it sounded pretty stupid, but it worked. Black grabbed Snape's arm and dragged him back in the opposite direction.

"Thanks mate!" James said cheerfully. "I doubt the sorting could be much more difficult than trying to get a full sentence out of them again." Peter and I smiled.

Just then, McGonagall came back into the room and led us into the Great Hall.

We walked down the aisle between four long wooden tables, each packed with silent, staring students. James, Peter, and myself all looked around in great awe. It was fabulous, the floating candles, the enchanted ceiling – which was my favorite, the teachers, and especially Professor Dumbledore. I had only met him once before when my parents and I had come here to talk to him about my predicament. He was a great man and I really respected him.

But enough about that.

We stood in a large huddle in front of the staff table. I was looking around petrified, 'What do we do now?' Then McGonagall brought out a three legged stool and placed a large, very old and worn looking hat on the seat. She then pulled out a long piece of parchment and unrolled it.

"We will now begin the sorting!" McGonagall said in a loud, echoing voice.

After she explained how the sorting worked, she began to call out names to be sorted. As she called out the names I could hear Black behind me talking to Snape and the same group of girls from before.

"I can't wait to see what the Slytherin common room looks like!" He said quietly.

"I heard it was in the dungeons and that it's larger than any other house common room." Snape said coolly.

"Of course it is!" Black said quickly. "It is Slytherin after all! My mum told me all about it. She won't stop going on and on about how proud she is of me."

"Black, Sirius!" McGonagall said.

Black jumped slightly but then quickly composed himself as he strutted up to the stool. He smiled smugly as he sat down and the hat was placed onto his head. His eyes were covered, for the hat had fallen past his ears, but I could see that he was no longer smiling. His lips were pursed together as if in deep concentration or as if some other strong emotion was taking him over. Suddenly the hat roared, "Gryffindor" and McGonagall quickly removed it from his head.

"What!" Black yelled furiously.

"Calm down Mr. Black," McGonagall said calmly, "and please take a seat at your house table."

"But I don't want to be in Gryffindor!" He shouted back. "I belong in Slytherin, where my whole family has been for generations!"

"Please, Mr. Black." McGonagall said again, all civility now replaced with scorching shrewdness.

Black simpered a little and began to stalk towards the Gryffindor table all the while muttering loudly that his mother would be contacted, this caused many people to begin yelling, "Aw! Is lil' icky Bwack too good for Gwyffindor?" and "Go cry to mummy!" and the obvious favorite, "Mummy's boy!"

McGonagall cleared her throat and the Great Hall became quiet again except for a few giggles here and there. James, Peter, and I turned back towards her, our smiles still plastered onto our faces. All of us were thinking the same thing, I'm sure! 'Good! He deserves to be put into his place!"

We were soon sorted into our houses. Luckily, James, Peter, and I all made it into Gryffindor together. Unfortunately, we were now stuck with Black, but for the moment he was at the other end of the long table, far away from us.

After a long night of feasting, talking, and meeting new people, Dumbledore excused the students, and we all began to sleepily drag ourselves up the many staircases.

"Why are there so-so-so many?" James asked while yawning as I helped Peter to stand up after he had tripped over a stair for the fifth time that night.

"To keep us in shape." I answered dully.

"Why would they want to do that?" Peter asked seriously.

James and I laughed and Peter joined in as he realized it had been a sarcastic remark.

"Anyway," James said, "I think we're almost there."

We finally made it to a portrait of a rather large women wearing a violet dress. Our prefect told us the password, propentious, and we entered the brilliant common room filled with chairs and couches and tables and a crackling fire. As I looked around I thought, 'Black would be hard pressed to find a common room bigger than this!'

We were shown our dormitory and James, Peter, and I filed in and claimed our beds. But there was one left, for Sirius Black.

Wondering where Black could be, I turned to James. "So what time do we have to get up tomorrow?"

"6:30 I believe." James answered as he glanced at his watch. "It's 10:15 now. So that gives us a good…"

I laughed at his thoughtful expression. "Roughly eight hours."

"Yah…" James muttered as he ran his hand through his hair. "I knew that."

"'Course you did," Pete laughed.

I opened my trunk and fished around for my pajamas and came across Mew's blue blanket. It was then that I realized I hadn't seen her since dinner. I stood up quickly and looked around. "Have you guys seen Mew?"

James and Pete shook their head.

"Oi," I mumbled, rubbing my face worriedly.

"And I wonder where Black is," Peter said quietly and James nodded in agreement.

"He's right here." A silky voice made me, James, and Pete jump in surprise. "Along with your Kneazle." Black had just walked in through the door, a purring Siamese-Kneazle in his arms.

My jaw dropped. 'Why does Mew trust him?' You see, I had read many books on Kneazle's and I knew that they were able to see the character of a person. They were able to tell if someone was trustworthy or otherwise. So why would she so willingly lie in his arms, and purr none the less?

"Erm," I mumbled. "Thank you."

"Don't mention it." He handed Mew to me and sat on his bed and began to rummage through his trunk, grabbed his pajamas, and headed for the bathroom.

I hugged Mew closer to me and looked over to Pete and James, who had both already changed and were crawling into bed. I set Mew onto her blue blanket which I had placed at the foot of my mattress and began to change. When I had finished I climbed into bed and closed the hangings.

"Good night!" I called to the others, but only their muffled breathing could be heard. I began to drift to sleep and vaguely heard Black re-enter the room.

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"So that's how you met?" Harry asked as he helped Remus pick up the remaining cans of paint.

"Yup," Remus smiled, "Was it what you expected."

Harry thought for a minute, "I'm not really sure what to expect.

(TBC)

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the-missing-marauder:
I'm really happy you enjoyed it! I love Remus, too! Whenever I see him in the movies I melt in my seat (with Sirius too!)

Nicole:
. Oh no… I knew someone was going to say something. I want you to know that I've read your review over and over and thought about it a lot, but I love it in first person. I think it sounds so much more personal. I understand what you are saying, that it sounds unnatural, but I believe that is only because it isn't used very frequently. I want this story to be like an interview. When it's flash back time, it's Remus POV (First person), when it is present time its Harry's POV (Third Person Limited Narrations or Limited Omniscience [That's what Rowling uses.)

Lady Wolfie:
I'm really happy you enjoy it! Sorry it took so long to update!

Riku-Rocks:
Yay! I'm happy you like it, too! I liked the thought of making Remus a father figure. I mean, in the books Harry calls him Lupin and treats him like a stranger and I'm thinking, "What the heck? He's your dad and your god-dad's best friend!" And don't worry too much about Mew.

spider wench:
I updated! Please spare me so I may write another!

Elfranger:
Thanks for the idea! I think that is what I'm going to do. That way non-slasher's can read the same story and still enjoy it! (Like my boyfriend, he loves this, but he disagrees with the pairing. Haha.)

Bottlebrush:
I think you are right about Harry knowing subconsciously. Because, I mean, we all thought about it, why wouldn't he have! Haha (from the evidence in the books anyway.) I'm going to tell you the same thing I told Riku-Rocks, don't worry too much about Mew. It's all for the story. Plus, I couldn't even hurt a fly.)

Your Mom Is My Heart:
O.o why is that funny? HAHA!! You are so funny… to find that funny! Haha well thanks for laughing!

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