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For as long as Remus Lupin could remember he had always been alone. Never had much family, never any friends at school. He had his mother, of course, and occasionally his father- when Lyall wasnât working overtime at the ministry. And though Remus adored his parents, he couldnât help but feel alienated from them. Between Hopeâs deteriorating health, and Lyallâs increasingly frequent absences at the dinner table, Remus never felt as if there was someone he could talk to. Then surely enough, there was the other thing. The big, ferocious, and furry thing that visited him once a month. The protagonist of Remusâ every nightmare, the elephant in every room, and the source of all his problems: the wolf. The wolfâs latest prey was Remusâ ability to attend Hogwarts. Lyall believed that Remus would be a threat to the security of the school, and as his father, it was his responsibility to prevent that. However, Lyall found that Dumbledore was a very difficult person to deny. After much persuasion by Hogwartsâ Headmaster, Remus was finally freed from the shackles of desolation. Remus was overjoyed at the concept of finally being with people his age that he could-
âRemus.â Spoke Lyall breaking his sonâs train of thought. âI wanted to speak with you about somethingâ.
Speaking with him? Remus was baffled, his father never wanted to speak with him unless it was aboutâŚohâŚthe wolf.
âMy boy, I know you are very pleased with the permission of attending Hogwarts, and believe me though I still have my reservations on the matter, I am happy for youâŚbut I just donât want you to get your hopes up, son. People tend to have a negative attitude towards creatures like you andâŚâ
âLYALL!â Shouted Hope breaking into a coughing fit.
âWell what would you like me to do about it, Hope?! Change it? I canât! You must stop shielding the boy, he is eleven years old, he should know the facts! And the fact of the matter is thatâŚâ
Remus had stopped listening. He couldnât. His brain was too fixated on his dadâs phrasing. Creature. A creature he had called Remus. The werewolf was deflated: he had been naive enough to believe that his recluse would reach an end and that someone may truly love him. Not love him out of obligation or guilt, but by choice. The idea of Hogwarts began to seem like a 7-year sentence of solitary confinement. After that, he had come to terms with his imminent aloneness, and everything seemed bleak and hopeless to Remus.
That was until he boarded a particular train compartment that changed his life forever.
The tawny-haired boy guided his lanky frame through the corridors of the train seeking an empty compartment, something that was unattainable when you had barely reached the train on time.
As he was looking, a bespectacled boy with messy black hair, and a grin that could only be described as full of vivacity approached him, âHiya mate! Are you looking for somewhere to sitâŚbecause weâve got room?â Seated behind the boy in the train compartment, was a blonde-haired boy with a chocolate frog in his mouth, and a raven-haired boy with perfectly pressed robes, and a genuine smile, that could give the first boy a run for his money. âUmâŚsure. Thanks.â Remus answered nervously. âMy name is James Potter, and this Peter Pettigrew and Sirius Blackâ he said pointing to each of the boys in turn. âMy name is Remus, Remus Lupin.â
The train ride was filled with a joy Remus had never known before, James, he had learned: had an impeccable capability to make those around him feel welcome. Peterâs generosity knew no bounds, when he caught Remus eyeing the chocolate frogs he had procured from the sweets cart, Peter showed no hesitation in offering Remus a go at the supply. And of course, then there was Sirius. Sirius was an enigma to Remus, each thing about him seemed to juxtapose the next. The mischievous glint in his eyes and his aristocratic pronunciation while reciting a joke, or the way he cared way too much and not at all at the same time.
However, once the train had reached the station, the dreary cloud that had loomed over Remus his entire life had once again returned. Remus had to force himself to reconcile with the reality that boys like them would want nothing to do with a âcreatureâ like him, save for a brief acquaintanceship due to circumstance. With his fatherâs words still ringing in his head, Remus solemnly rose from his seat and began to retrieve his trunk.
âMerlin! Weâve bloody scared the poor bloke!â James exclaimed.
âOr worse, our dear friend Remus here is secretly a swot, and is running TOWARDS the school! Oh, the horror!â Sighed Sirius dramatically falling on top of Peter.
âOi geroff!â Peter shoves Sirius off his lap effectively sending both the boy on the floor and James into hysterics. âTake pity on me, Remus please, donât run off and leave me with these two!â This only fortified Sirius and Jamesâ bouts of laughter.
The boysâ antics filled Remus with a multitude of emotions, but for once, he was able to repress his anxieties and just enjoy the combined chaos of their company. For someone whose entire life had felt like darkness, it was a privilege to be able to bask in the light that radiated off the three boys. Remus knew that their friendship would have an expiration date, he only had until the boys figured out what he was, but he decided that if this was his only window for companionship heâd savor every second. âDonât worry Peter,â Remus smiled âI wonât disappear just yet.â
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