Remus's Secret revealed

by Cuchulain-Setanta

Our story begins during the Christmas holidays in second year, Remus and Peter are the only ones from Gryffindor there. When Peter finds out Remus's secret and tells the others upon their return, will Remus be accepted or not? And will that be the end of his troubles? This story is not Peter friendly. Please rate and review.

21. Third year begins

21.

The three of them had gotten closer over the last part of their second year, as well as during the summer. Sirius and Remus had visited James, later James and Sirius had visited Remus and both times the three of them had had loads of fun and many adventures. Of course it hadn't all been fun. James had nearly drowned one day while playing in the ocean and Sirius had barely avoided a flying accident with a muggle flying machine. But for the most part, their days had been filled with one adventure after the other, from exploring the caves and grotto's along the coast, to discovering a nearly complete skeleton when they had dug up James' yard. Remus didn't think that he had ever had a more fun summer.

It was over now though. The three of them were on the train and making their way back to Hogwarts for their third year. If Remus had said that he wasn't nervous, than he would have been lying; he hadn't seen Peter since the end of their second year, yet he knew that Peter would be there in the same dorm as the rest of them and he would be waiting. Waiting for the moment when Remus would be alone, waiting for the moment to pounce and continue tormenting him. Remus shivered slightly as those thoughts ran through his head, they had been plaguing him quite frequently during the past three weeks and he could never entirely dismiss them. Remus set his jaw, a determined look in his eye; he would not be such an easy target this year, he would fight back even though he wasn't normal…he would fight back to defend himself.

The train ride to Hogwarts was filled with games, joking, the planning of pranks, ideas for making a map of the school (why doesn't one exist yet?), and growling stomachs waiting in anticipation for the feast (the sorting ceremony will take forever! Can't we eat first?).

Darkness had just fallen when the train began slowing down, students started tossing things back into their trunks, and three boys were practically bouncing as the train crawled to a stop. Sirius was the first one out of the compartment door; he was also the first one off the train and in a carriage that waited to pull them up to the school. James and Remus grinned at each other, as their friend disappeared off the train. Both of them followed at a slightly slower pace and joined Sirius in his carriage, Sirius was not waiting patiently for the other students to load and when the carriage finally started moving, he cheered and started peering out the windows to see how close they were to the school. Remus thought that it was rather funny how his friend could be so easy going about most everything else—including schoolwork—yet he was always the first to meals, and he ate a lot.

The feast was as wonderful as always—though Sirius said (through a mouthful of chicken) that this feast was by far, the best. Both James and Sirius had somehow managed to eat three heaping plates of food as well as two for dessert, and Remus suspected that they had also filled their pockets. Dumbledore gave a speech about how the students shouldn't go into the forest, and the rather long list of things which were banned—even if it seemed that not many people paid attention to that list—Remus saw Severus sitting at the end of the Slytherin table and he waved over at his friend. He didn't really expect a wave back and he didn't get one, though he did get a smile that was gone as soon as it appeared. Afterwards they followed the flood of people going to Gryffindor tower, climbed up the winding staircase to their dorm and each of them let out a contented sigh. Each of them was happy to be back at Hogwarts, back to being with their friends and even learning new spells.

Their dorm quickly became the scene of a battle, pillows were strewn from one end of the room to the other, while the contents of said pillows were floating through the air and coating everything in what could easily be mistaken for snow. The three of them ran and leapt around the room, shouting empty threats at one another until they all slumped to the floor, breathing hard and laughing. Completely enjoying themselves, when one of the only things that could have dampened their mood walked into the room a few minutes later. A rather large and often daft boy by the name of Peter Pettigrew.

I know, I said that the last chapter was the end. However, the story and characters wouldn't leave me alone and so I had to continue writing it. I hope that no one is too upset about that and it is still enjoyable.