Rodney is watching the explosion from inside a telephone booth. Trigger and Denzil stare at him. Claire a la Chappelle is full of Uncle Albert lookalikes. Namespaces Page Discussion. Already wound up, Remus squared his shoulders and attempted to push past, roughly,. Prove it. But I will. Had to have been one of you. Remus clenched his fists. James had taught Remus one or two, but he was too blind with rage to remember any of them now.
It was Professor Flitwick, stepping out of his classroom to see what the holdup was. Remus felt overheated and agitated for the rest of Charms, which was usually his favourite lesson.
It relied more on practical work with his wand than reading or writing, and he often did better than even James and Sirius.
Finding it difficult to calm down, he kept shooting his cushions across the room like missiles rather than guiding them carefully through the hoops Flitwick had hung from the ceiling. Remus himself generally felt able to complete any task if it looked simple enough. Peter, on the other hand, worried about everything. He read and re-read his textbooks, trying to copy the complicated diagrams there rather than just copy what Flitwick showed them.
The book was enormous, about half the size of the tiny professor, and looked as though a fully-grown man might have trouble carrying it very far. Remus had managed to calm down by lunch time, but still had trouble controlling his magic later in the afternoon and was glad they only had Herbology and History of Magic. He wondered whether it was his temper — which had always been short — or whether it was the full moon.
He always had a lot of energy after a transformation, even before he knew he could do magic. Now his wand buzzed in his hand like the static in a TV aerial.
He knew the word, well enough, and could spell it out if he concentrated hard. Remus lived in fear that if he wrote it down, or said it out loud, then somehow everyone would find out his secret. And it was just better to keep stuff like that in your head.
It was especially important to keep his secrets to himself now, because Remus was being watched. This stalker was much subtler, much less direct in his surveillance, but noticeable nonetheless. At first Remus had thought the other boy was just nosy — part of that entitlement he and James shared. They had to know everything about everybody.
Of course, neither of them knew anything at all about Remus, and in the beginning, he assumed that this was why Sirius was so watchful. James rarely watched other people, Remus had noticed — he preferred other people to be watching him. No one else seemed to notice, thankfully. Sirius was sly in that respect. Only very occasionally, Remus managed to catch him unawares, staring intently with those deep blue eyes.
Sirius was completing his own essay, and had already written three inches extra on the uses of lacewing flies in transformative draughts — plus diagrams. Peter was trying to levitate an apple and get it into a waste paper basket four feet away. So far he could get it up in the air, but then it wobbled and fell back down again. Sure enough, the paper flew shakily upwards then flew with slightly less grace into the bin, bouncing off the sides as it fell to the bottom and landed beside the apple.
The Waffling book? Trying not to panic, he looked down at the pile of books James was pointing at. One of them was definitely about potions — it had a cauldron on the cover.
The gold and silver lettering on each cover seemed to shift and swirl before his eyes. Was it better to just pick one up, even if it was the wrong one? He looked down again, biting his lip.
Sirius cleared his throat quietly and leaned across the desk. He silently tapped one of the books with his forefinger, without looking at Remus. It was a big black leather-bound tome which Remus recognised vaguely. Gratefully, he snatched it up and handed it to James.
Sirius carried on as if nothing had happened. Remus felt his cheeks burning. Chapter 9: First Year: Scars. Remus had to spend the next few days avoiding Sirius — or at least avoiding being alone with him.
They all got through the Friday Charms lesson with no trouble; even Peter. Flitwick was thrilled that the entire class had mastered levitation so early in the year that he let them all out early for lunch. Sirius made himself unavoidable the very next week, during their flying lesson. Twenty minutes into their very first lesson with Madam Hooch he had learnt that he was afraid of heights, and the rest of the classes had been miserable for him.
James was the star of the class, of course, and even the other Marauders found him insufferable as he flitted around the quidditch pitch, throwing loops and feints as if he was born on a broom.
Sirius was excellent too, and most of the other kids in the class had grown up playing on broomsticks; even Peter was competent. It had rained the night before, and the ground was soft and muddy. They picked up their brooms and awaited instruction. The brooms were provided by the school.
Potter, no showing off! Remus clambered onto his broom, swallowing hard. If he could manage not to be sick then it would be a victory. Mind the puddle and remember to lean into the wind where possible. Use it to your advantage.
Remus and Lily, the only two muggleborns in the class, were the last off the ground. Once the redhead was in the air, however, she streaked ahead with ease. Come on now! He pushed himself higher, trying to look ahead and not down; trying to think about anything other than the empty space between himself and the ground. Remus just ploughed on grimly, not wanting to go any faster.
As he rounded a corner at the end of the pitch, the wind really hit him and he tried not to slow down too much, leaning forward. It was so cold, and the grey morning air battered his face. The second lap was as bad as the first. On the fourth lap, Remus had company. He looked so comfortable, as if he could raise both hands over his head, spin upside down and fly backwards without any trouble at all.
Remus shook, but held on tight, making his descent. It was much smoother than before, he leaned back, then twisted quickly to push Sirius again. This was perhaps a step too far, as they were both quite close to the ground now. The two wrestling boys tumbled towards earth, brooms flying out from beneath them they both crash landed into a huge muddy puddle, skidding and rolling forwards, soaking their robes in the process.
The other Gryffindors gathered around, giggling and pointing. Sirius leapt to his feet with all of the grace his nobility blessed him with, and pulled Lupin up roughly by the hand. They both looked up at the teacher, blinking water droplets from their eyes. She usually saw the fun in things. Off you go. They both waddled towards the quidditch changing rooms, holding out their heavy, waterlogged robes.
He pulled his own robes off and kicked away his boots, then entered a shower cubical to continue undressing. There were towels laid out already, and the water was deliciously warm. He leaned forward into the stream, letting it warm his blood, watching the mud and rogue blades of grass swirl down the drain. He scrubbed his hands roughly over his hair. He could finally see the colour of it, but was disappointed — it appeared to be a bland mousy brown.
Remus finished in the shower before Sirius and got out, looking around for his uniform quickly. He was half dressed once Sirius finally emerged, his long hair swept back, wet and shining like oil. Remus looked up, then back down. Sirius was pointing at a long silver stripe which stretched from the left half of his collar bone down diagonally across his chest to his right nipple.
He fumbled with his buttons, trying to close the shirt faster. There was no point saying anything else now. He barely noticed them anymore. They were just there, as much a part of him as his freckles, or the fine hairs on his arms. Where you grew up? Sirius nodded too. Sirius bent down, and pulled up his trouser leg, turning his ankle to show Remus the marks there.
Remus stared for a few seconds, before Sirius dropped the edge of the fabric and straightened up. They stared each other down for a full minute. Then it broke. Remus nodded again, and they both stepped back out into the cold autumn air. That Sirius Black grin. Chapter First Year: History. Remus shrugged, tired and frustrated. It was a week after the flying lesson, and Sirius had caught him on his own again.
Remus closed the magazine. Teachers said I was just thick. All your work, here, at Hogwarts. He supposed that was true. Sirius was staring into space now, clearly deep in thought — Remus could practically see the cogs working in his mind. Sometimes Sirius was an entirely closed book.
Other times he was so easy to read it was almost funny. Better, probably. Remus had thought about it already; of course he had. But he was more aware of the limitations of magic than anyone. After all, he had scars which would not heal and a monthly nightmare which nobody could prevent.
It was A History of Magic; Remus recognised the size and shape. And on he went. And on, and on. Remus stayed standing for a while, trying to decide whether or not to just walk out of the room and slam the door. So Remus sat down, and listened. Plus Sirius was considerably more animated than Professor Binns. His voice was clear and steady, never stumbling over the more complicated words or phrases, as if he had read the book a hundred times.
Remus had once heard him tell James that he was fluent in Latin and Greek — the Black family apparently took pride in that sort of thing. On he ploughed, chapter after chapter, from the gory Egyptian resurrection charms to cryptic Greek oracles, to magical Mesopotamian priestesses. Evening had closed around them, and the common room was bathed in a golden orange glow as the sun set. His voice had almost returned to normal, only sounding slightly strained. As they finished their dinner, James regaled them with a blow by blow account of the quidditch practice, listing every player on the team, their strengths and faults, their techniques and what he would do to improve them.
Pudding was millionaire shortbread, which neither Sirius or James liked. Remus thought they were mad, and took their distaste as evidence of their snobbery.
Remus helped himself to a few as well, until they all felt quite sick. Had to go back and check something. Watching them made Remus start to itch. The back of his hand tickled as if a small insect was crawling over him. He suddenly thought of the itching powder and looked down. He nearly screamed. The back of his hand was growing thick dark hair, at an alarming rate. He was transforming!
He stood up so suddenly he nearly fell over backwards. He had to get out of there — fast! Remus looked back at him, then at Sirius. They were both growing hair too — dark curls sprouted from their faces, their hands and arms — every bit of exposed skin.
He gaped, speechless. People were looking at them, now, turning and nudging each other. Soon, the entire dining hall was whispering and pointing at the three incredibly hairy boys at the Gryffindor table. Plenty of people were giggling, too, but of course no one was laughing louder than Severus Snape, over at the Slytherin benches. We can plot our revenge later. As they left to howls of laughter from the rest of the great hall, Remus cringed in shame, covering his face with his hands.
Every inch of him was now covered in the same glossy black hair. Fortunately, Madam Pomfrey was able to undo the hex with a few flicks of her wand. She still lectured all of them on misuse of dangerous magic. He coated the sweets in one of his potions, I know it.
Vengeance like this takes time. His heart was still pounding from the terror of it. If he had seen Snape at that moment he would have throttled him; never mind pranking him. They were just turning the corner which led to Gryffindor tower when somebody behind them called out,. It was the most un-Sirius posture imaginable, Remus thought. He also noticed that James stepped forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with his friend.
Sirius walked forward, shaking his head at James, who tried to follow. They all watched the cousins speaking in quiet voices at the end of the hallway for long, uncomfortable minutes. Sirius barely looked up from the ground the whole time.
Finally, she patted him on the head, then turned on her heel and left. They all exhaled, relieved. Sirius walked back to them shakily. In silence they all entered the portrait hole and sat down at their usual sofa. On my birthday. I think my mother must have made her, probably held a family conference. Try to bring me back into the fold.
The third. Something good, yeah? Madam Pompfrey tried him with a sleeping draught this time, before the moon rose, but it apparently had no effect. What was worse, he managed to give himself his biggest scar yet — right across his back. They probably already thought he was fairly odd, and by now accepted mostly anything he told them. James talked to Madam Hooch and arranged a lunch time flying session for the three of them.
As November marched on, the days grew shorter and the castle darker. They spent less of their time outside, and more of it huddled by the fire in the common room, playing card games and plotting revenge against Snape. The first term was drawing to a close, and the teachers seemed to be piling on more homework than ever. Whenever Sirius and Remus were away from Peter and James usually when the other two were in the library , Sirius was reading to him.
James was oblivious, of course, and merely assumed that he was actually improving. The thought of all of those books horrified him.
This is much more interesting, anyway. Remus felt horribly guilty, of course, as well as mildly ashamed that Sirius was devoting so much time to helping him. He honestly could not remember a time in his life that anyone had ever tried so hard on his behalf.
It made him wish he could do something — anything in return. But, other than having a difficult family, Sirius Black seemed to want for nothing at all. In fact, there was one thing Remus could give Sirius which even James could not — but it hardly felt worth mentioning. Sirius was only too happy to share; other than his racing broom, which was still at home, his albums were his dearest possessions. Wizards, it turned out, did not generally think much of muggle music. As such, he found Remus endlessly fascinating on the subject of music and muggle culture.
Only black and white. And only the Beatles — the Stones came on once and Matron made us turn it off, because of their hair. Sirius swore, loudly, and left to change his clothes. Chapter First Year: Christmas If you use it right… and Cleopatra the Alchemist used it to turn lead into silver, I think. His stomach dropped. He stood still, shoving his hands deep in his pockets and staring at his feet as the rest of the class filtered out. Professor Slughorn and Professor Flitwick have said the same.
I wanted a quick word with you about Christmas. Mrs Orwell seems to be of the opinion that you would be better off remaining at Hogwarts over Christmas for this reason. James invited Sirius and Remus to visit him over the break, knowing that neither of them were facing a particularly merry Christmas otherwise.
Sirius, who would have loved the opportunity to spend two weeks mucking about with James, racing their brooms and eating chocolate, also had to refuse. His family had made it quite clear that they did not approve of him visiting the Potter family under any circumstances.
Sorry, mate. Remus went to the edge of the grounds with the marauders all to wave them off on the last day of term. Remus grinned and promised he would try. He hoped that the letters James sent would not be too long. He was the only Gryffindor first year staying behind for the break, and trudged a lonely path back up to the castle. The next day he enjoyed lying in — something they were never allowed to do at St.
Remus liked Frank — he had a broad, friendly face and an easy-going manner. He seemed altogether solid and dependable, like an older brother.
He understood that Remus was used to being an outsider, and tried to include him wherever possible without pushing too hard. After breakfast Frank disappeared to the owlery and Remus sat glumly in the common room, feeling the next two weeks stretch before him, empty and lonely.
He considered a walk around the grounds, but it had started to rain heavily. They were mostly of pretty, glamorous witches and handsome wizards — he supposed it was a fashion mag. The next few days passed in much the same way. Even pencil might have been better. He actually did try to read for a while, but after attempting a paragraph from his herbology text gave up in frustration. Every day he walked around the castle for a few hours, with his map.
The other boys had long since discarded theirs, having learnt all the classroom locations after the first week or so. But Remus hung on to his, still bothered by its incompleteness. The rest of the time he spent avoiding teachers who were concerned about his being alone. He practiced a few spells, and entertained himself for a good few hours trying to see how many objects in their dorm room he could levitate at once. He made a game of it, throwing various objects — books, gob stones, decks of cards — up in the air, and trying to stop them before they hit the ground.
He had to stop that, eventually, when Frank knocked on the door and told him irritably to keep the noise down. On Christmas Eve, Remus was woken earlier than usual — it was still quite dark. Heavy rain pelted the thick glass window panes, the sound of it loud enough to echo through the empty dorm room. The door was creaking open, and someone stepped inside. Sitting up and peering through the gloom, Remus expected to see Longbottom telling him to get up for breakfast. It was a very soggy and dishevelled looking boy, with long hair and a haughty face.
He pulled off his heavy travelling cloak, dropping it in a pile on the floor. All the usual stuff. Then just walked up. Come on, get dressed! McGonagall was not as pleased to see Sirius as Remus was. The two boys attempted to take their seats at the table as if nothing was out of the ordinary, but she appeared at their side almost immediately.
Do you care to explain yourself further? McGonagall sighed, shaking her head lightly. She had the same look of pity she usually reserved for Remus. I shall have to contact your parents, of course, so that they know where you are. He picked up the ominous envelope, and, without breaking eye contact with McGonagall, ripped it open. Almost immediately, the letter began to shriek. The voice was so loud that it filled the entire hall, causing heads to turn.
McGonagall winced at the ear-splitting pitch of it. With that, the letter burst into flames, curling and shrivelling into a pile of chalk white ash. The silence that followed was deafening. Everyone was staring. Sirius reached for some toast, put it on his plate, then began ladling scrambled egg onto it, nonchalantly. He glanced up at McGonagall again,. Sirius ate his breakfast in silence.
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