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The First Scar
“What’s dead?” Remus said.
The Quiet Before All Bad Things
“I didn’t mean to!” Remus cried, shaking all over. “I know you told me not to go into the woods! I’m sorry, Daddy! I don’t want to turn into a werewolf! Daddy, please just make it go away! I’m sorry! I don’t want to turn into a werewolf! Please, Daddy!”
The Many Faces of the Moon
“I’m sorry, Remus,” Stephen said. “We can’t be friends anymore. My daddy says you’re bad and I don’t want to be a werewolf too.”
Remus knew he had to go. He knew he had to. He was a wolf and a wolf wasn’t allowed to live with wizards. Wolves had to live far away from wizards, because wolves only hurt wizards, wolves only made wizards sad.
The Broken Cup
Wizard. Remus liked the sound of that word. He much preferred being a wizard to being a werewolf or a killer. Yes, he liked the sound of wizard very much. Wizard sounded like him. Werewolf and killer never sounded like him, but wizard did. That was what he really was, a wizard, just a wizard and nothing more.
The Aurors in the Woods
“Are you a wizard too?” said an excited voice.
“I’ve been meaning to talk to you for a while actually,” Dad began, looking at his son.
“Why did you do it?” Remus asked, forcing the question out of his mouth.
The Unexpected Visitor
Remus ran down the stairs, curiosity filling his brain. Dad was about to open the door. Remus stopped half-way down the steps. It was a good hiding place as he was out of the immediate line of vision of the knocker and he could still see what was going on. Seconds later, the door was open and nothing could have prepared him for who he saw standing on the porch. It was none other than Albus Dumbledore.
The New Arrival and the Big Departure
Dad lifted Remus’s truck onto the train and placed it inside the very last compartment, which was empty. Then he came out, took Mum’s hand and looked at his son. Remus had been looking forward to this day all his life, but now that it was here, now that he was actually leaving for school, he wasn’t sure he wanted to.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
The compartment door opened. There was a boy and a girl standing there. “Can we sit down?” the girl asked. She had long red hair and brilliant green eyes. Remus had never seen eyes like that before.
The Deepest, Most Desperate Desire of his Heart
The mirror was large and ostentatious with its ornate golden frame and smooth silver surface. It towered over everything else, claiming for itself a place of grandeur next to all the broken, dull and dusty furniture surrounding it. There was something about this mirror that held his attention; letters were etched into its frame. They made words, but he couldn’t make them out. He stepped closer, desiring a better look.
Some People Just Can't Be Friends
Severus laughed. “What on earth gave you the idea that we were friends?”
Getting One Back
“It was Peeves, Mr Filch!” Peter lied desperately. “It was Peeves, not us!”
The Whomping Willow
“Here,” Sirius said, standing up and abandoning his dinner, “I’m taking you to the Hospital Wing, c’mon.”
You Can't Always Get What You Want
“Alright, what’s eating you?” James asked, looking at Remus and seeing his disappointed expression.
A Slytherin prefect with blonde hair and a pale, pointed face appeared at the end of the corridor. “Fifty points from Gryffindor for duelling in the corridors,” he said silkily.
Infiltrating the Enemy Stronghold
“Here’s the plan for those of us running on the brainpower of a troll,” said James, “we follow some Slytherins, and learn the location of their stronghold. At lunchtime, we stake out said stronghold and figure out how to get inside. Then, during afternoon lessons, we knick some enemy scarves and whatnot and disguise ourselves the Muggle way. Then, at dinner, when Sirius’s mad cousin, that Malfoy git, slimy Snivellus and the other damn Slytherin first-years are munching on their steak and kidney pie, we break in, get the badge and get out. Simple!"
Then, out of nowhere, out of nothing, there was a flash of red light, and before any of them could do so much as blink, James was tumbling down the steps, yelling his head off.
He heard Mum’s alarmed voice call his name from the house.
There Are Worse Things Than Being a Werewolf
“What do you know, Remus?” Sirius shouted, clenching his fists. “Nothing bad has ever happened to you! You know nothing about anything so just shut up and stop telling me I don’t mean what I say!”
“Are you still on Severus’s side after he jinxed you back there?” Sirius asked pointedly.
“HELP!” shouted a high-pitched and mousey voice.
Respect and Disrespect
Severus bit his lip. “How can I know I can trust you, Potter?”
Whispers and Lies
On Wednesday, however, just as class was beginning, Mary McDonald raised her hand hesitantly. “Professor Newlyn, sir,” she said in a mousey voice.
Fear of a Name
Remus then began to examine Slughorn’s desk a little more closely. Most of the desk was littered in old newspaper clippings. Remus read the headlines. They were all familiar. He had seen them all in the Prophet. Slughorn had kept the articles and stories that covered disappearances and acts of violence. Remus leaned in closer, straining his eyes, trying to make out what was written. As far as he could tell, next the article on the two murders of the members of the Magical Law Enforcement Squad was written two words: Tom Riddle?
“Hang on,” said James, suddenly getting a brainwave. “What if Slughorn’s in on it?”
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