A/N: The descriptions are taken from the Harry Potter books. If Hagrid's speech isn't coming from the books, I'm afraid I can't do the accent.

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Chapter 2: Friends

Remus's POV

Packed in with his Hogwarts letter had been a note that made me even happier:

Dear Mr. Lupin,

We are aware of your lycanthropy and assure you that you are still accepted into Hogwarts. Please note; all of the teachers are aware of your situation incase you need any help, do not hesitate to ask.

On the night of the full moon ( 12th September) go to see Madame Pomfrey, our school matron, she will take you to your assigned transformation place.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress.

I was nervous about going to Hogwarts, my mum had been a Pureblood, and my dad a Muggleborn; making me a Halfblood, so I'd grown up around magic and knowing all about Hogwarts, never daring to even dream of getting in since being bitten.

My dad grudgingly dropped me off at the train station, telling me how to get to Platform 9 ¾; he only did this so he could make sure to get rid of me.

I knew my dad didn't like me, I wouldn't say he hated me, but since my mum had died, my dad hadn't been the same towards me.

The proof of this was when he dropped me of at Kings Cross with these parting words:

"Just because you're going to Hogwarts doesn't mean you're not an animal. You killed your mum, don't ever forget that."

After that he left me to get on the train on my own.

I made it onto Platform 9 ¾ easily, but it looked like my dad had dropped me off later than everyone else because most of the seats on the train were taken.

In front of him, a girl with flaming red hair and emerald green eyes came storming out of a compartment, followed by a boy with greasy black hair and a hooked nose; they were both in their school robes and didn't notice me.

"See ya, Snivellus!" a voice called, as the compartment door slammed.

With not many choices left, I went into the compartment the girl and boy had just left.

"Excuse me, can I sit here?" I asked.

Inside the compartment were two black haired boys; one with messy hair and hazelnut eyes, he had a pampered air around him. The other boy lounging next to him, had grey eyes and his hair fell in a way the other boy could only dream of achieving. They were both obviously purebloods.

"Sure, I'm James Potter, future Gryffindor," the massy haired boy said.

"I'm Sirius Black, soon to be a disinherited Gryffindor," the other boy said.

Potter? Black? Defiantly purebloods.

The Potters' were one of the few pureblood families that supported Dumbledore for the Light. While The Blacks' were one of the darkest pureblood families, known for hating anything to do with Muggles (non magic people).

"I'm Remus Lupin," I said, sitting down across from James, next to the window.

"Are you a muggleborn?" Sirius asked, looking excited.

"Um, no, halfblood," I said nervously.

"Shame, I've always wanted to meet a muggleborn, it'd drive my mum mad," Sirius muttered, visibly deflating.

"I thought The Blacks' hated muggles?" I said.

"Oh they do," James assured.

"I'm the black sheep of the family, no pun intended," Sirius grinned, I smiled back.

James and Sirius started a game of Exploding Snap, but half way through the game they gave up and started building a card pyramid; this was extra dangerous because the cards could explode at the slightest knock. Meanwhile, I read through our Defence Against the Dark Arts text book, checking to see if we would be studying werewolves this year, (we weren't).

Sirius and James were really easy to get on with, even though I was worried about people finding out my secret, I couldn't help but hope I'd just made some new friends.

My thoughts were interrupted by a bang outside the compartment door, Sirius and James got up to see what had happened, being careful of the half finished pyramid. I followed them out.

Just outside our compartment two kids had cornered a first year. The kids looked to be in their fifth and sixth year at Hogwarts, they were wearing Slytherin robes. There was a pale boy with a pointed face and white-blond hair, and a girl the same height as the boy, she was quite slim, and she would have been nice-looking if she hadn't been wearing a look that suggested there was a nasty smell under her nose, she also had blonde hair.

"Filthy little mudblood like you doesn't belong on this train," the boy snarled, pointing his wand at the boy on the floor.

"Like you're much better, Lucius," Sirius growled, pointing his own wand at the blonde boy.

"Sirius, cousin, come to help us clean up this filth?" The blonde girl asked.

"The only filth I see is you," James spoke up.

"We'll see you after the sorting, cousin," the blonde girl dragged the other girl away as she left, the boy followed.

"Are you ok?" James asked, helping the boy up.

The boy had colourless hair, a pointed nose, and watery eyes, he was quite plump, but not overly so.

"Yeah, they didn't really do anything, just blasted me off my feet is all," the boy stuttered.

We led him back to our compartment and helped him put his trunk away.

"I'm Sirius Black, and this is James Potter, and Remus Lupin," Sirius pointed at us.

"I'm Peter Pettigrew," the boy said, sitting down next to me.

"You're muggleborn aren't you?" Sirius asked.

"Er, yeah, that means my parents weren't wizards right?" Peter said uncertainly.

James nodded, but Sirius, in his excitement, leaped up and knocked over the card pyramid. After a bog bang, the compartment was filled with smoke.

"You know Sirius, if you didn't want eyebrows, you could have just shaved them off," James drawled, once most of the smoke had gone.

I looked over to see Sirius feeling where his eyebrows should have been, but they'd been burnt off. We all looked a bit singed from the explosion. After a moment of looking around we burst out laughing and couldn't stop until the train began to slow.

We shrugged off our jackets and pulled on our long black robes.

A voice echoed through the train: "We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes' time. Please leave your luggage on the train, it will be taken to the school separately."

The train slowed right down and finally stopped. People pushed their way toward the door and out on to a tiny, dark platform. I shivered in the cold night air. Then a lamp came bobbing over the heads of the students.

"Firs' years! Firs' years over here!" A giant of a man was holding the lamp. His face was almost completely hidden by a long, shaggy mane of hair and a wild, tangled beard, but you could make out his eyes, glinting like black beetles under all the hair.

"C'mon, follow me — any more firs' years? Mind yer step, now! Firs' years follow me! I'm Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts."

Slipping and stumbling, they followed Hagrid down what seemed to be a steep, narrow path. It was so dark on either side of us that I thought there must be thick trees there. Nobody spoke much.

"Yeh'll get yer firs' sight o' Hogwarts in a sec," Hagrid called over his shoulder, "jus' round this bend here."

There was a loud "Oooooh!"

The narrow path had opened suddenly onto the edge of a great black lake. Perched atop a high mountain on the other side, its windows sparkling in the starry sky, was a vast castle with many turrets and towers.

"No more'n four to a boat!" Hagrid called, pointing to a fleet of little boats sitting in the water by the shore.

I, Sirius, James, and Peter got into one of the last boats setting off.

"Everyone in?" shouted Hagrid, who had a boat to himself. "Right then — FORWARD!"

And the fleet of little boats moved off all at once, gliding across the lake, which was as smooth as glass. Everyone was silent, staring up at the great castle overhead. It towered over them as they sailed nearer and nearer to the cliff on which it stood.

"I heard the lakes home to a giant squid," Sirius said.

"Really? Wonder if we can see it," James said.

They stood up and peered over the edge of the boat.

"Heads down!" yelled Hagrid as the first boats reached the cliff.

I was about to repeat this to Sirius and James, because they were both still stood up looking for the squid when they were knocked overboard by a wall of ivy.

There was a lot of splashing, but eventually, Sirius and James came back to the surface and looked a little confused.

"I was about to warn you," I said.

They looked at each other, and then swam over to the boat and began to tip it.

"Guys! Guys, stop it!" Peter cried, desperately clinging onto the sides.

Too late though, the boat tipped over, landing Peter and I into the lake too.

Luckily, we could all swim though, and after laughing and splashing each other, we swam to the shore, where the rest of the first years and Hagrid were waiting for us.

"You four alright?" Hagrid asked.

We nodded, then everyone clambered up a passageway in the rock after Hagrid's lamp, coming out at last onto smooth, damp grass right in the shadow of the castle.

We walked up a flight of stone steps and crowded around the huge, oak front door.

"Everyone here?"

Hagrid raised a gigantic fist and knocked three times on the castle door.

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