Into the Fire Chapter 18: Moony: Servant of the Night?, a harry potter fanfic

(A/N): Hey Guys! So, this is the second chapter I've updated tonight, and has a lot of Remus in it. Also, I realised I channeled my self-hate into Leo's character, so sorry if he seems a little more angst-y than usual in this chapter. Also, man am I glad that I rate all my stories T, because recently there is a lot more swearing in this story. Or, well, what old ladies class as swearing. I have school in the morning, but it's only 7:45 p.m at the minute, so I might get another chapter done by tomorrow.

I started this story in 2012. I was fourteen. Its been almost ten years. If you don't like something in the early chapters, it's not going to suddenly change ten years after I wrote it. If you're going to review this story with criticisms, please log in so I can actually reply to you and not have to leave messages like this in chapters so you might actually see it. And if you're just going to bash the story for being inaccurate, again, please remember that I was fourteen, I wasn't born in the 1960's, and I have never been outside of Australia. And some things are inaccurate because that's what people in that time period thought- not necessarily what I think, or know today.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but Leo, Elaine, Nicholai and Quiggly.

Leo

I have also come to the conclusion that Remus Lupin, is also a servant of the night, or a ninja as they are more commonly known. He is not as stealthy as James, but he has almost found me, when I really was sitting in a deserted corridor on the other side of the corridor. God damn, those boys need to wear bells or something! Or, I guess I should say, 'Merlin, those boys need to wear bells or something'. I had never really adjusted to the use of Merlin instead of God, though my parents had been using it since before I was born. Some things just sounded better with god in front of them, instead of Merlin. I'm not religious or anything, I just think 'God damn' sounds better than 'Merlin damn', you know?

Okay, so enough about my beliefs, back to the four night sleuths that I happen to share a dorm with. I assume

Remus wants to talk to me, just like James did, but I've decided to put more effort into avoiding Remus, seeing as he could probably talk me out of my plan to ensure the others safety and made me apologise to the others before I could resist. Damn him and his excess of knowledge!

"Leo?" Crap. Remus. I stood up and turned around, very quickly, and saw Remus standing near me.

"Hello Remus." I said with a sigh, sitting down on the cold stone floor once more. I glanced up at him before patting the spot next to me, to let him know it was safe to sit down. Despite how calm he was acting, I could smell the stench of fear on him, and it was almost as alluring as blood itself. He must know. He would have heard James reciting what I told him, and figured it out from that.

"Relax, I'm not going to bite you." He blinked, staring at me for a few more seconds before sitting next to me, a few inches further than others would. Smart boy, not reckless like his friends.

"How did you know I knew?" he asked quietly, still staring at me, and I shifted slightly uncomfortably.

"Because I can smell your fear of being near me." I glanced away, but I couldn't hide my amused smile as I heard him sniff quietly.

"I don't smell-" He cut himself off, thinking for a second before nodding. "Of course, enhanced senses, all the time. I can only smell people's emotions just before the full moon." I raised an eyebrow slightly.

"You seem to know a bit more about my kind than others would, Moony." Both of his eyebrows rose, and he stared at me confused. "Get it? Moony? You're a werewolf, full moon, Moony...? Gosh, maybe you aren't as smart as I thought you were." He shook his head, a small, amused smile gracing his lightly scarred features.

"I get it now. What am I supposed to call you, Fang?" I thought about it a second before shaking my head.

"Might get confused with that new pup of Hagrids." Remus nodded, thinking intensely once more.

"How about Blue? I mean, veins are blue, and your eyes are blue. So, how about Blue?" I quickly scanned the pro's and con's of such a nickname before nodding slowly.

"Yeah, I like it. It's not as obvious as yours, thank god." Remus raised an eyebrow, and I shrugged. "What, I don't want people to find out-" He cut me off, shaking his head.

"Not that, I'm just surprised you said 'thank god' instead of 'thank Merlin'. Don't all pure-blood wizards, and most half-bloods for that matter, use Merlin instead of God?" I shrugged, thinking back.

"Well...I was raised more by my mum than my dad, and he had a very different upbringing, if you get what I mean. He says he actually met Merlin once!" Remus raised an eyebrow skeptically.

"Bull. I don't think your dad's old enough to have met-" He paused for a second, realising, before shaking his head. "Never mind." I smirked at him before a question popped into my head, pushing me to ask it.

"What about you? You don't use Merlin." Remus shrugged, biting his lip lightly, his gaze darting to the ground before back up.

"Well, I'm a half-blood, and what with my...condition, I didn't get out much. My dad, the magical of the two, was a half-blood himself, and didn't really warm to the phrase, and so he never really said it." I nodded in understanding. "Leo... can I ask about...your condition?" I winced at the phrasing he used, but answered him all the same.

"What's to talk about? When my parents were trying to have me, my father, a vampire, seduced my mother and left her with no memory of the event, and so when I was born, they simply thought I was her husband's. Of course, when I was seven years old, the healers told them- and me- what I was. They kicked me out, disgraced, and my real father took me under his wing. That's pretty much the story of my life." Remus stared at me for a few seconds, looking slightly disgusted, and I inched backwards, fearing the worst.

"That's disgusting!" I flinched, and got ready for the onslaught of insults that I thought would soon follow after his outburst. "How could they kick you out like that?" I blinked and stopped moving, staring at him closely for a few seconds before sighing with relief.

"I thought..." He glanced up at me, meeting my eyes for a second before I dropped my gaze to the stone floor.

"You thought...You thought I was saying that you were disgusting?" He seemed shocked, and a little bit angry, to be honest. "Leo, we're in pretty much the same situation here, just with different ailments. Why would I insult you if I didn't expect the same in return?" I stared at his feet for a few seconds before shrugging.

"Because everyone always has. Except for you, and Dumbledore. That's why I don't want to tell anyone, they'll hate me for what I was born as, something I have no choice over. I hate this!" I exclaimed quietly, swinging around and hitting the brick wall, lightly, but still hard enough to create a small crack in the stone. I could feel Remus staring at me, and I felt like crawling into a hole where no one could ever find me.

"You're strong. Have you ever thought about trying out as beater for the Gryffindor Quidditch team?" Remus asked quietly, and I could tell he was trying to take my mind off whatever I was angry about, for which I was grateful.

"Can't. It was one of Dumbledore's many requirements for me to be able to attend, said it would give whatever house I was in an unfair advantage. I think he always knew I'd be a Gryffindor." I told him with a dark chuckle, leaning my head against the wall lightly.

"You showed him how brave and chivalrous you are?" I laughed and shook my head at Remus's suggestion.

"No. I'm Leo, Leo means lion, lion is the sign for Gryffindor. Also, I was born in the star sign Leo, the lion.

My mother must really have had a thing for lions. Strange, seeing as they were all Slytherin's, the dirty bastards." I felt Remus's eyebrows raise from behind me.

"Wow...that's a lots of lions." He said with a weak chuckle, which I reciprocated.

"Yeah you're telling me." He stared at me again, and I knew what was coming.

"Leo...why did you start the fights?" I stared at him before blinking at him dumbly.

"Why do you think? I'm trying to keep them safe. To keep you all safe." His eyebrows crumpled in thought, but I knew he understood where I was coming from.

"They aren't going to give up on you." He stated, which was pretty much the obvious at this point.

"I know, but I've got to try."

(A/N): Okay, so it drags a bit. Please review and/or check out my other stories!

Also, Leo's name in just full of puns. Once I decided on the name Leonides, with Leo as the nickname, I knew he was going to be Gryffindor, so I made him be born on August 15th, 1960, and he is therefore a Leo. Yeah, not very clever, but I still find it amusing. I'm not hating on Slytherin's or Christians in this chapter, seeing as I was sorted into Slytherin on Pottermore (though I was sorted into Gryffindor the first time in Pottermore, and Hufflepuff on a different sorting quiz), and while I may not be Christian, I'm agnostic, so I'm not going to hate all over your religion.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter!

This chapter has had minor edits made to it on 25/12/22 - I changed how Leo got his nickname, because the inaccuracy really seemed to be a sticking point for some people.

This chapter has had minor edits made to it on 22/5/23 - Because I realised that I said that Remus's mother (Hope) was the magical one, where it's actually his father, Lyle. You know... hence the whole thing with him and Fenrir Greyback? Yeah, I don't know what was happening back then.