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I am currently writing a Remus/Tonks fanfiction.  It starts at Remus' childhood.  Please read.  And no, I am posting this because I wish to share my fanfiction, not because I am coming back to Scratch.

Prologue: Worries

Remus Lupin was an eleven year old boy, mature in appearance, with his dark hazel eyes, brown floppy hair and high cheekbones.    
An only child, he lived with his parents in a small, pokey house.  His mother was muggle born, his father a pure blood, a well known wizard working in Diagon Alley.  
Of course, eleven is when most wizards and witches receive their Hogwarts acceptance letters, and Remus was no different.  He had received his letter a week ago, and the next day he went with his father up to Diagon Alley to purchase his books and robes.  Tomorrow he would get the Hogwarts Express to Hogsmeade, and then his first year at Hogwarts would commence.
However, Remus was worried.  He constantly fretted over if no one would talk to him, or if he failed all his tests.  But most of all, what would people think of him when they found out what he was?
He stood up, and walked over to where his trunk stood.  He gazed at the books, and nothing appeared to make sense to him.  All this talk about the wizarding world, it left him confused, and he often wondered if it ever would make sense to him.  Growing up with no friends had now just left him more apprehensive.
Remus needn't have worried.  Little did he know that he was to become a skilled wizard, with true friends.



Chapter 1: Hogwarts Express

"How are we supposed to get on to platform 9 and 3/4's?" Remus asked his father.  Remus' father only grinned, remembering when he hade asked his own father the very same question.  
"Shh," Remus' father said, although he didn't really expect anyone to hear them over the noisy din of King's Cross station.  "I'll show you now."
Remus nodded patiently, wondering still where such a platform could exist.  Pushing the trolley with his trunk in it, he followed his father.  Suddenly they stopped just beside a wall, where another family stood.  
"Watch them," said Remus' father, "you have to run through the barrier between platforms 9 and 10." 
Remus widened his eyes in a bewildered expression, before turning his attention to the other family.  There was a young black haired, bespectacled boy, around his own age.  He appeared to be arguing with his father.  Remus strained to hear what they were saying.
"What, you mean we have to take flying lessons, even if we know how to ride a broom!?"
"James, not everyone is going to be able to ride a broom, and some will have to learn."
"Well stuff them, you know I really want to play Quidditch!"
"Look James, here is not the place to be arguing about this, muggles can hear us, and you'll be late for the train!"
The boy called James grumbled, then broke into a run and pushed his trolley straight into the barrier. Remus gasped as he disappeared into the barrier.  His father followed him.  Remus couldn't believe his eyes, even though he somewhat understood compared to the poor muggles around them that surely must be astonished and terrified.  However when Remus looked around him, nobody appeared to be looking at the barrier into which two people just disappeared.  In fact, they had just continued going on with daily life like nothing had happened.  How strange.  Remus turned to his father.  "Will I run through the barrier now?"
His father nodded, and Remus took a deep breath and started walking.  He picked up pace, braced himself, and in a final lunge he shoved the trolley through the barrier, and he fell out on the other side, gasping for breath.  He scrambled out of the way as his father came sprinting through the barrier behind him.  
Remus gazed around at the other witches and wizards on the platform.  One small, chubby boy was running around in a panic.  A tall, blonde and sleek haired boy with pale skin glided by swiftly.  His face was in a harsh and strict expression.  Another boy, with a long nose, sallow skin and greasy black hair, probably another first year, gazed around him apprehensively at the crowd of people.  Beside him stood a woman, probably his mother, as she too had black hair and sallow skin.  A little bit away from him stood a pretty, red haired girl with emerald green eyes.  She was talking to a mousy brown haired girl with peaky features and a scowl twisted over her face.  
Scared as Remus was, he felt comforted to see all the other first years, saying goodbye to their parents and family.  Remus turned to his father.  "Goodbye," he said, as his father bent down to hug him.
"Goodbye, Remus.  Make sure to do well at school, have fun and make sure to write every so often."
Remus nodded, then went to turn away, but paused.  Cautiously he whispered "What- but what if people won't talk to me when they find out what I am?"
Remus' father crouched beside his son, looking into the depths of his hazel eyes.  "Remus, no true friend would ever judge you for what you are.  There us no need to worry."  He placed a reassuring hand on Remus' shoulder.  "Have a good time at Hogwarts." he smiled.  Remus smiled back, feeling more confident as he walked onto the deep red coloured train, waving at his father as the train slowly chucked away, and continuing to wave until the train turned around the corner and his father disappeared from view.

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Remus walked down the train, looking into all the packed compartments, with students talking and laughing.  Eventually he came to one with the scruffy black haired boy called James whom went through the barrier before him.  He was in deep conversation with another boy Remus didn't recognise.  He had dark brown shoulder length hair.  The black haired boy with sallow skin and the ginger girl were talking, and shooting anxious glances at the other two every so often.  Remus grasped the handle of the compartment door and pushed it open.  The four people inside paused and turned to look at him.
"Hello," he said, "may I sit here? All th-"
"Sure!  My name's James, and this is Sirius," interrupted James, gesturing at the brown haired boy.  Sirius grinned and waved.  "This is Lily," James said pointing towards the girl, "and Snivellus," he said with a grimace, "who thinks Slytherin is the best.  For what I don't know.  Greasy haired, slimy gits?"
Sirius started howling with laughter, almost falling off his seat.  Remus chuckled, but he didn't see what was so entertaining about slagging the Slytherin boy.  Lily glared at him, James and Sirius, whom by now had slid off his seat onto the floor. 
"James!" howled Sirius, "Snivellus!  How more creative can you get?  Oh my..." he trailed off, chuckling. 
"So Snivellus isn't his real name?" I asked Lily.
She shook her head.  "No, of course not!" she replied, "His real name is Severus."
"Oh," Remus said, embarrassed, "Hi Severus.  My name is Remus."
"Hello Remus," said Severus coldly.  Remus noticed he had coal black eyes.  
"Why are you talking to slimy Snivellus, Remus?" James piped up, smirking.  
Lily scowled and grabbed Severus's robe.  "Let's get out of here, Severus, before that arrogant Potter gets anymore ideas," she said, dragging Severus out the compartment door.
"Well, she's in a mood," observed James.  He turned around to Sirius and Remus.  Well anyone got any Chocolate Frogs?"

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"So Remus, tell us about your family," mumbled James between a mouthful of chocolate.  The witch with all the sweets had just passed by, and James and Sirius bought an assortment of different wizarding treats.  
  "Well I have no brothers or sisters," began Remus, "my mother is a muggle born, my dad a pure blood, and we live in the countryside in Yorkshire," 
  "Nice!  I'm pure blood," piped up Sirius, "I would love to disown my family though.  Proud supporters of pure blood.  My dear mother calls me a blood traitor.  My aunt Andromeda is also a blood traitor.  See, she married a muggle.  She's much better than dear Bellatrix or Narcissa.  All sorted into Slytherin.  I hope I break the pattern and get sorted into Gryffindor!"  Sirius grinned.
  "I'm a pure blood too," said James, "but my family aren't pure blood fanatics.  Good thing they aren't, I guess?"
  "Very good thing!" agreed Sirius.
  Remus left James and Sirius to their conversation, and gazed out the window.  Night was approaching.  Remus felt his eyelids grow heavy.  He let them close, and before he knew it, he had nodded off to sleep.

Last edited by Blackdog100 (2011-11-16 16:15:16)