Remus was waiting. He was starting his first year at Hogwarts and his name was just about to be called for the sorting hat.
It’s not that he was nervous exactly because he knew it didn’t really matter in what house he got sorted but he was scared to meet his roommate for what were about to be the next seven years of his life (if he was lucky to last that long, if nobody found out he was a werewolf). These roommates would decide how his school years would go so he hoped they were going to leave him be or that he’ll end up in Ravenclaw. He read that there you didn’t need to share the dorms. That would be a relief.
“Remus John Lupin.”
The voice woke him up from his turmoil and he raised his eyes from the floor. The professor was waiting with the scary looking hat in her hand and a stern look on her face. His traitorous feet stepped forward instead of running as he wanted them to do.
Remus faced the entire Great Hall now, countless faces looking at him intensely, hoping they’ll land on their team ( not the Slytherins though, the majority of them were staring at the first year black haired boy at the Gryffindor table).
“Well, hello,” said a voice somewhere over his head. “I have a feeling you’ll need to enjoy these years little one. Sometime life isn’t fair but I’m sure you’ll get some friends that’ll stick by you even in the hardest of times. GRYFFINDOR!”
Remus didn’t even get to say a word to the hat and he was already rushed to the table cheering the loudest. The black haired boy looked at him with eyes the colour of the stormy sky (and he’d later learn that his friend had a personality that matched his irises) and smiled sheepishly.
“I’m sorry to inform you but I already have a bestfriend that will be in this house. However, you can join our band of misfits, if you want, But beware, you’ll be entering the elites.”
The young werewolf blinked dumbly at him and responded with a barely audible ‘No, thank you’.
“Well, sorry to inform I lied then. You can’t if you want. You have to. We’re dormmates!!! We have to stick together.”
An arm extended towards him.
“The name’s Sirius. You? Wait, no, I just heard it. Don’t tell me, I know it”
As the night progressed, other kids got sorted into Gryffindor, Remus meet Peter Pettigrew and James Potter, the black haired boy best friend apparently.
As his dormmates laughed and planned their futures, he couldn’t help and be grateful that he didn’t get what he asked for and grateful for the surprising friendly Sirius.
****
Remus was waiting. Had been waiting for a while actually. He knew he couldn’t keep the facade of a normal person but he was happy for every second that his friends didn’t know he was a werewolf.
Sirius, James and Peter had become a constant in his life and he didn’t knew what would happen if he didn’t have them. However, he was expecting for
them to leave him as soon as they figured out what he truly was.
And that moment seemed to be now. All oof them were looking at him with something akin to pity and that was simply unbearable.
James was the one to tell him they knew he was a werewolf. That they knew for little but Sirius was the one to figure it out in at the end of their first year.
When he looked shocked at his first friend, the boy just gave him a small smile. Was this supposed to be funny?They were in December in their second year. Had he kept this secret just so he could blackmail or something? Remus didn’t understand.
He closed his mouth that was opened some reason. Tried to gather his thoughts. Closed his mouth again. Goddamn it.
He then moved his lips on his own accord.
“I really liked Hogwarts” Gods, he was pathetic. “I’m sorry you had to share your room with me. I leave and don’t worry-“
Sirius snapped his eyes at him. He had been looking at the floor since he realized that smiling at Remus doesn’t make a difference.
“What? Why would you leave and why are you sorry?”
Remus stared dumbfounded at him.
“I’m a werewolf,” he said and that should’ve been enough. But it’s never enough for Sirius.
“And? I’m Sirius. I don’t know what’s saying who we got to do with you leaving.”
“I’m dangerous. You don’t want me around.”
“We’re your friends. You’re not getting rid of us not matter how much you try. Isn’t that right, boys?”
James yelled a determined “Hell yeah” and Peter nodded furiously.
“We love you, Remus” said Sirius.
After that some people say there had been some tears spilled, however, Remus can’t confirm nor deny, he knows his rights. What he does remember is how surprised and relieved he felt. He never had friends before and he was sure they would leave him after they found out what he was. But they didn’t. He had a feeling they would never leave him. Sirius, especially.
****
Remus was waiting. It was the morning after the full moon and he was in the Hospital Wing. He had been waiting for the rest of the Marauders to show up and tell him what the fuck was going on.
It wouldn’t been different from other moons if he didn’t almost fucking kill Snape. There were little memories in his head and most of them blurry so nothing made sense. How did Snivellius had acces to the Whipping Widow. The only people that knew how to enter it were Madame Pomfrey, Dumbledor and his friends but no one would had told Snape how to get in. No? It didn’t make sense.
“Mr Potter, follow me, let’s get that cleaned up.”
Remus turned over to look at the source of the voice and saw James with Madame Pomfrey and Peter. His knuckles from his left hand were bloody, he had some bruises and deeper cuts and his eyes were full of anger. Still, when he saw Remus that anger turned into sadness. Remus didn’t know what to think.
“What the fuck happened, Prongs? Where’s Sirius?”
Then the most horrifying thought crossed his mind.
“No, please don’t tell me.”
Peter couldn’t even look at him.
“It’s not possible. No, oh my Gods, no please. Don’t tell me I hurt him. Don’t tell me I hurt you.”
James look terrified at him.
“What. No . Remus, you could never. Don’t worry about me, these are nothing.”
“But Sirius? Is he fine? Please, just tell me.”
James and Wormatil shoot each other a look and told him what happened. A cruel prank. One that was supposed to ruin Snape but it broke Remhs
Sirius made fun of Snivellius at what could be the cost of Remus' life.
Well, he would’ve lied if he said he wasn’t relieved when he heard Sirius left untouched but his anger overpowered that sensation.
He thought-.
He doesn’t know what he thought but he knows he was wrong about Sirius.
****
Remus was waiting.
He was first on the windowsill, smoking a cigarette and watching the smoke that matched Sirius’ eyes.
Speaking of the devil. That devilish handsome boy appeared next to him out of nowhere nearly making him fall. He survived tho.
He also survived the heart attack that he suffered when Sirius decided to stay next to him on the windowsill that was clearly not big enough for two people, their legs tangled, and ask him to give him a light, bringing their faces imposibile closes together.
Remus was waiting for Sirius to pull back, maybe rest his head on the wall behind him but no. He had to stay a kissing distance away from him.
Now, don’t get Remus wrong. He doesn’t think about kissing his best friend all the time( lie). However, there is a chance he might’ve developed a small crush on Sirius in the third year and then it might’ve bloomed into something he is too afraid to name but powerful enough to stay even after the prank.
Something that still flourishes even now, in their seventh year.
Still, you have to understand that Remus is pretty oblivious so he didn’t notice was the way Sirius looked at him while they were smoking. With a small nervousness in his eyes, small shake in his hands and finger gripping the cigarette tightly.
That means that he was completely surprised when Sirius closed the space between them and smushed their lips together and remain completely frozen till the other boy pulled back with wide yes.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t-“
Remus laughed and shut him up with another kiss. They spent the rest of the afternoon, kissing and laughing at each other while in each other arms. James and Peter found them sleeping, coddling in on of them’s bed.
Sirius always had a way to surprise him.
****
Remus was waiting.
Waiting for Halloween. The Marauders would’ve reunited for the first time in a long while. Now they were all twenty-one, some of them closer to twenty-two.
When he heard the news, he couldn’t do anything but fall to his knees.
Sirius always had a way to surprise him.
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Remus was waiting for his last breath. Harty was such a brave kid, a lot like both of his parents. He hoped Teddy was more like his mother.
He knew who would await him on the other side.
And he was right. For one, he was right.