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koori_nekoTitle: A panicked start makes...
Author: kurenai_neko and gazerockyo
Pairing: Lupin/Black
Chapter: 1/?
Rating: PG for violence. Will have varying ratings.
Disclaimer:
A/N: A small idea Tetsuya got last night while ranting on about how wolves can't really have chocolate. I'll be writing Remus parts, and Tetsuya will write Sirius. I'll knick those from her LJ to post on mine.
Summary: Four is company.
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Lupin, Remus
McGonagall's voice cut through his slightly panicked haze and the sandy haired boy dragged his feet up the stairs to the stool and the crumbling old sorting hat. Remus felt like all the eyes were on him, condemning him for what he was. He had no idea why the Headmaster had wanted him to come to school, and sitting here with the hat shielding his vision, the small boy was scared almost out of his mind.
A werewolf. This is unusual. Curious. A small voice floated through his mind and for a fleeting moment Remus was reminded of Mr Olivander and the old wizard's piercing stare. Then the blond realized that the hat was talking to him, without anyone else hearing.
I see great potential, great talent. A brave heart and a wish for knowledge. A werewolf without a string of malice or evil cunning. I think you'd do best in -
“Gryffindor!” The last word was shouted out to the Great Hall and he could hear wild cheering as he stumbled down to the table just left of the center of the Hall. He found a seat next to a black haired boy with piercing blue eyes and a mischievous grin.
“Hi. I'm Sirius. You must be...”
“Out of my league” Remus mumbled, then added louder. “Remus.”
“Great. That dumb hat wanted to put me in Slytherin, or Rawenclaw first, but my whole family was in Slytherin, so I thought they'd throw a fit if I got into Gryffindor.”
“Wait, you got the potato sack to put you in Gryffindor by asking it?” Another black haired boy took the seat from across them and grinned widely. “I'm James. James Potter, and that was bloody brilliant.”
“Ha! I bet anyone who'd known about it would do the same, especially coming from my family.” Sirius snorted behind his hand, earning a glare from McGonagall.
“Your family?” A mousy haired, very tiny boy squeaked as he took the seat on the other side of Sirius.
“Yeah, I have the unfortunate displeasure of belonging to the Ancient and Noble house of Black, and I swear I'll choke anyone who'd repeat that.” The grin disappeared for an instant to be replaced by a sour grimace. “And you are?”
“Peter Pettigrew.”
“Nice, this is James Potter and Remus... eh...forgot your last name.”
“Lupin.”
“That's funny, you even look slightly like a wolf. Not that I've seen them other than in books.” James quipped.
Remus stared down at his plate, feeling waves of panic rise in his chest again just as
Snape, Severus
was sorted into Slytherin as the last person on McGonagall's list. The tiny, dark boy sauntered down to Slytherin table, shoulders hunched, eyes fixed on his feet, almost tripping over the bench before finding a seat.
“Did you see that? What a cluts. And his hair!” Peter almost fell over in giggles, thankfully sparing Remus the attention.
He did however almost fall out of his seat when suddenly the entire table was covered in more food than he'd seen even at five Christmases combined. At the Headmaster's proudly proclaimed “Dig in!” a cheer went though the tables and clanking of silverware against the golden plates replaced the earlier deafening silence.
The fact that it was actual silver silverware was made painfully clear for Remus as he grabbed his fork to fill his plate. Hissing in pain, he dropped the offending object and clutched his hand protectively. Three sets of eyes focused on him and the blond felt a blush creep up over his cheeks. He couldn't meet his newfound friends' eyes in fear of revealing himself.
“What's wrong, Remus? Did you cut yourself or something?” Sirius' question was so honestly asked that Remus found himself replying before he could stop himself.
“'m allergic to silver.” He mumbled, almost hoping no one had heard.
“And Dumbledore didn't make sure your cutlery got replaced? That's stupid.” James seemed both outraged and very curious. “What kind of allergies are that, anyway? Never heard of a wizard being allergic to silver before.”
“No' many are. St Mungos are c'fused.” Still mumbling, Remus grasped for the first lie he could think of, hoping it would be enough.
“Headmaster's looking at us.” Peter's tiny voice cut the brooding silence and suddenly dark gray cutlery replaced the silverware next to Remus' plate.
Tentatively, the boy reached for the fork again and sighed in relief as it didn't burn him.
“I knew he'd do it.”
Peter's assured happiness was contagious and soon the incident was forgotten, at least until desserts.
“Oooh, double chocolate fudge cake.” Both Sirius and James looked in heaven as the enormous, eight layer cake popped up between them. Tiny chocolate wolves ran across the dark chocolate plains and between trees of the finest white chocolate Remus had ever seen.
“Nah, don't like that stuff.” He proclaimed as he filled his golden bowl with pear and vanilla ice cream.
James disappeared between the monstrosity and Sirius glared as if Remus had grown an extra head. At their combined shock, Remus chuckled around his mouthful of melting goodness, groaning at the taste, and lifted an eye brow.
“Y-you don't like chocolate?!” Sirius looked so funny that Remus had to look away as to not choke with laughter.
“Are you quite well?” James really looked as if he couldn't grasp the concept of not liking the brown candy.
“I'm perfectly fine, and no I don't like it.”
“I swear, there's something wrong with that kid.” James whispered loudly to Sirius.
If only they knew, Remus thought. They'd scorn me, just like everyone else.
A few hours later found the four of them up at the dorms, stretched out on the four poster beds next to the window. Peter had promptly fallen asleep, snoring softly under the maroon comforter. The other three were talking softly, not really tired, but to comfortable to do anything else.
“These drapes really need to go.” James yanked at the drapes around his bed, looking at them as if they were some kind of slime. “Seriously, who picks maroon for a color.”
“Maybe Gryffindor wasn't as much of a poof as you are, Potter.” The comment earned Sirius a pillow to the head, which was quickly returned in the same fashion.
Remus rolled over on his stomach and dug around in his trunk for his wand. Getting it, he turned over and pointed at the drapes on his own bed.
“Lacarnam Inflamare” he whispered and watched with a grin as the blue flames traveled up the offending fabric. He growled, however, as the flames died out and the fabric seemed to not even be singed.
“I like how you think, Lupin. Too bad it didn't work.” James choked out and both Sirius and James started laughing so hard that the mousy boy on the fourth bed woke up and pouted.
“Whatcha miss?”
“Remus sat fire to his bed.”
“Ah ok, Sir'us.” And the boy fell asleep again.
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The first time Remus had to leave for the full moon came only two weeks later. He really wished he didn't have to leave. Wished that somehow his new friends (well ok, only James and Sirius. He didn't really care for Peter at all) could come with him, but he knew he might hurt them. Or they might hurt him when they found out what he was.
When he came back after that weekend (oh, if he could be so lucky again), he found out that the two black haired boys had been asking where he was. That they had worried.
As he stepped through the portrait hole into the common room, he was bombarded with questions from the both of them.
“Where were you, Lupin?”
“You had us worried.”
“No one would say anything, just that you had to go away for the weekend.”
“What happened to your face?” Peter's question silenced the other two and Remus took a step back, his back hitting the wall.
“Dthg” he whispered, knowing that they couldn't hear him, as his hand flew up to the four lines stretching from above his left eyebrow to below his right ear.
The movement however only served to reveal similar cuts on his right hand, and to have the two bigger boys grab him and haul him up to their dorm room, stripping him down to the underwear as they went, Peter mousing around after them.
Remus fought with what little strength he had left after the full moon, struggling to get out of their grasp. He didn't give up until he was face down on his own bed, black briefs the only item of clothing on him still.
He heard Sirius gasp in shock at the cuts all across his skin and he was struggling to keep from crying. Silently he didn't even flinch as he was rolled over. He did flinch as a probing finger traced a particularly vicious cut across his chest and he sat up against the headboard, arms hugging his knees. He didn't dare to look at them.
“What happened?” Potter's voice was unsteady.
“Don' want to say.” Remus' words were muffled by his knees.
“I bet he picked a fight with a hippogriff.” Sirius snorted.
Blushing slightly from being provided such a convenient lie, Remus was sure they would interpret it as Sirius being right, and Peter's “Merlin's beard, he did.” and James' laughter had him relaxing.
“Why?”
“I lost a bet, Black. That simple.”
“This is priceless. Remus bloody Lupin. Pet friend extraordinaire lost a bet and roused a hippogriff.”
“I'd appreciate it if the entire school didn't find out, James.”
“Why did you leave anyway? And why didn't you ask us to come with you?”
“Mom's sick, Black, and I didn't think you'd be interested.” He'd been working on that lie for a while, and he hoped it would hold up, at least for this year. He'd have to come up with something else over the Summer, but for now he was relatively safe.
Author: kurenai_neko and gazerockyo
Pairing: Lupin/Black
Chapter: 1/?
Rating: PG for violence. Will have varying ratings.
Disclaimer:
A/N: A small idea Tetsuya got last night while ranting on about how wolves can't really have chocolate. I'll be writing Remus parts, and Tetsuya will write Sirius. I'll knick those from her LJ to post on mine.
Summary: Four is company.
<><><><>
Lupin, Remus
McGonagall's voice cut through his slightly panicked haze and the sandy haired boy dragged his feet up the stairs to the stool and the crumbling old sorting hat. Remus felt like all the eyes were on him, condemning him for what he was. He had no idea why the Headmaster had wanted him to come to school, and sitting here with the hat shielding his vision, the small boy was scared almost out of his mind.
A werewolf. This is unusual. Curious. A small voice floated through his mind and for a fleeting moment Remus was reminded of Mr Olivander and the old wizard's piercing stare. Then the blond realized that the hat was talking to him, without anyone else hearing.
I see great potential, great talent. A brave heart and a wish for knowledge. A werewolf without a string of malice or evil cunning. I think you'd do best in -
“Gryffindor!” The last word was shouted out to the Great Hall and he could hear wild cheering as he stumbled down to the table just left of the center of the Hall. He found a seat next to a black haired boy with piercing blue eyes and a mischievous grin.
“Hi. I'm Sirius. You must be...”
“Out of my league” Remus mumbled, then added louder. “Remus.”
“Great. That dumb hat wanted to put me in Slytherin, or Rawenclaw first, but my whole family was in Slytherin, so I thought they'd throw a fit if I got into Gryffindor.”
“Wait, you got the potato sack to put you in Gryffindor by asking it?” Another black haired boy took the seat from across them and grinned widely. “I'm James. James Potter, and that was bloody brilliant.”
“Ha! I bet anyone who'd known about it would do the same, especially coming from my family.” Sirius snorted behind his hand, earning a glare from McGonagall.
“Your family?” A mousy haired, very tiny boy squeaked as he took the seat on the other side of Sirius.
“Yeah, I have the unfortunate displeasure of belonging to the Ancient and Noble house of Black, and I swear I'll choke anyone who'd repeat that.” The grin disappeared for an instant to be replaced by a sour grimace. “And you are?”
“Peter Pettigrew.”
“Nice, this is James Potter and Remus... eh...forgot your last name.”
“Lupin.”
“That's funny, you even look slightly like a wolf. Not that I've seen them other than in books.” James quipped.
Remus stared down at his plate, feeling waves of panic rise in his chest again just as
Snape, Severus
was sorted into Slytherin as the last person on McGonagall's list. The tiny, dark boy sauntered down to Slytherin table, shoulders hunched, eyes fixed on his feet, almost tripping over the bench before finding a seat.
“Did you see that? What a cluts. And his hair!” Peter almost fell over in giggles, thankfully sparing Remus the attention.
He did however almost fall out of his seat when suddenly the entire table was covered in more food than he'd seen even at five Christmases combined. At the Headmaster's proudly proclaimed “Dig in!” a cheer went though the tables and clanking of silverware against the golden plates replaced the earlier deafening silence.
The fact that it was actual silver silverware was made painfully clear for Remus as he grabbed his fork to fill his plate. Hissing in pain, he dropped the offending object and clutched his hand protectively. Three sets of eyes focused on him and the blond felt a blush creep up over his cheeks. He couldn't meet his newfound friends' eyes in fear of revealing himself.
“What's wrong, Remus? Did you cut yourself or something?” Sirius' question was so honestly asked that Remus found himself replying before he could stop himself.
“'m allergic to silver.” He mumbled, almost hoping no one had heard.
“And Dumbledore didn't make sure your cutlery got replaced? That's stupid.” James seemed both outraged and very curious. “What kind of allergies are that, anyway? Never heard of a wizard being allergic to silver before.”
“No' many are. St Mungos are c'fused.” Still mumbling, Remus grasped for the first lie he could think of, hoping it would be enough.
“Headmaster's looking at us.” Peter's tiny voice cut the brooding silence and suddenly dark gray cutlery replaced the silverware next to Remus' plate.
Tentatively, the boy reached for the fork again and sighed in relief as it didn't burn him.
“I knew he'd do it.”
Peter's assured happiness was contagious and soon the incident was forgotten, at least until desserts.
“Oooh, double chocolate fudge cake.” Both Sirius and James looked in heaven as the enormous, eight layer cake popped up between them. Tiny chocolate wolves ran across the dark chocolate plains and between trees of the finest white chocolate Remus had ever seen.
“Nah, don't like that stuff.” He proclaimed as he filled his golden bowl with pear and vanilla ice cream.
James disappeared between the monstrosity and Sirius glared as if Remus had grown an extra head. At their combined shock, Remus chuckled around his mouthful of melting goodness, groaning at the taste, and lifted an eye brow.
“Y-you don't like chocolate?!” Sirius looked so funny that Remus had to look away as to not choke with laughter.
“Are you quite well?” James really looked as if he couldn't grasp the concept of not liking the brown candy.
“I'm perfectly fine, and no I don't like it.”
“I swear, there's something wrong with that kid.” James whispered loudly to Sirius.
If only they knew, Remus thought. They'd scorn me, just like everyone else.
A few hours later found the four of them up at the dorms, stretched out on the four poster beds next to the window. Peter had promptly fallen asleep, snoring softly under the maroon comforter. The other three were talking softly, not really tired, but to comfortable to do anything else.
“These drapes really need to go.” James yanked at the drapes around his bed, looking at them as if they were some kind of slime. “Seriously, who picks maroon for a color.”
“Maybe Gryffindor wasn't as much of a poof as you are, Potter.” The comment earned Sirius a pillow to the head, which was quickly returned in the same fashion.
Remus rolled over on his stomach and dug around in his trunk for his wand. Getting it, he turned over and pointed at the drapes on his own bed.
“Lacarnam Inflamare” he whispered and watched with a grin as the blue flames traveled up the offending fabric. He growled, however, as the flames died out and the fabric seemed to not even be singed.
“I like how you think, Lupin. Too bad it didn't work.” James choked out and both Sirius and James started laughing so hard that the mousy boy on the fourth bed woke up and pouted.
“Whatcha miss?”
“Remus sat fire to his bed.”
“Ah ok, Sir'us.” And the boy fell asleep again.
<><><><>
The first time Remus had to leave for the full moon came only two weeks later. He really wished he didn't have to leave. Wished that somehow his new friends (well ok, only James and Sirius. He didn't really care for Peter at all) could come with him, but he knew he might hurt them. Or they might hurt him when they found out what he was.
When he came back after that weekend (oh, if he could be so lucky again), he found out that the two black haired boys had been asking where he was. That they had worried.
As he stepped through the portrait hole into the common room, he was bombarded with questions from the both of them.
“Where were you, Lupin?”
“You had us worried.”
“No one would say anything, just that you had to go away for the weekend.”
“What happened to your face?” Peter's question silenced the other two and Remus took a step back, his back hitting the wall.
“Dthg” he whispered, knowing that they couldn't hear him, as his hand flew up to the four lines stretching from above his left eyebrow to below his right ear.
The movement however only served to reveal similar cuts on his right hand, and to have the two bigger boys grab him and haul him up to their dorm room, stripping him down to the underwear as they went, Peter mousing around after them.
Remus fought with what little strength he had left after the full moon, struggling to get out of their grasp. He didn't give up until he was face down on his own bed, black briefs the only item of clothing on him still.
He heard Sirius gasp in shock at the cuts all across his skin and he was struggling to keep from crying. Silently he didn't even flinch as he was rolled over. He did flinch as a probing finger traced a particularly vicious cut across his chest and he sat up against the headboard, arms hugging his knees. He didn't dare to look at them.
“What happened?” Potter's voice was unsteady.
“Don' want to say.” Remus' words were muffled by his knees.
“I bet he picked a fight with a hippogriff.” Sirius snorted.
Blushing slightly from being provided such a convenient lie, Remus was sure they would interpret it as Sirius being right, and Peter's “Merlin's beard, he did.” and James' laughter had him relaxing.
“Why?”
“I lost a bet, Black. That simple.”
“This is priceless. Remus bloody Lupin. Pet friend extraordinaire lost a bet and roused a hippogriff.”
“I'd appreciate it if the entire school didn't find out, James.”
“Why did you leave anyway? And why didn't you ask us to come with you?”
“Mom's sick, Black, and I didn't think you'd be interested.” He'd been working on that lie for a while, and he hoped it would hold up, at least for this year. He'd have to come up with something else over the Summer, but for now he was relatively safe.
