Remus never had much, it never really bothers him though. He was used to the small meals and old worn clothes. When he went to Hogwarts he didn’t have anything but his school supplies and robes to put in his trunk. He left his house with his nicest sweater and old convers. He was over joyed when he relised his robe covered his feet so now his shoes were invisible.
He was always slightly jealous of James and Sirius, they had nice clothes and at least two pairs of new shoes every year. He did his best not to let it show though, his mum taught him not to be upset over there spot. But ever once in awhile he’d be caught staring at Sirius or James new shoes or nice sweaters. He would look away sheepishly when they saw him his face burning in shame.
In third year peter James and Sirius started wearing more of there own clothes any chance they got. Remus with his worn down shoes that had developed holes and his tatterd sweater refused to wear anything but his school robes. Of course they relised after awhile that he never wore his own clothes but they didn’t say anything which Remus was grateful for.It wasn’t til one day in transfiguration that someone said something.
Peter was half asleep while James and Sirius whispers to each other in the back of the class. Remus sat next to Lilly focusing on the notes ever now and then whispering to Lilly. There was only a few minutes left before class was over and Remus couldn’t say he wasn’t excited, not that transfiguration wasn’t intuiting but care of magical creatures was next.
So when the bell chimes to dismiss the class Remus jumped up Lilly behind him. That’s when a hand met his shoulder stopping him.
“Mr lupin please stay after class.” Mcgongall said.
He sighed disappointed in the fact he’d miss even a second of the class.
“Yea, you can go on without me see you eater.” He told his friends who were waiting at the door for him, they all nodded Lilly bidding him a goodbye.
“Remus” she said kindly when they left, he was shocked she had called him by his first name.
“It’s come to my attention that you are not being provided everything you need.” Her voice didn’t hold sympathy but something eles he couldn’t name. He shoke his head quickly remember if the things his mum had said about going to an orphanage if someone found out how poor they really were. She sighed and placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Remus you aren’t in trouble, I was going to suggest we take a trip to hogsMead tomorrow. Get you a few things.” She smiled at him warmly.
Remus store there for a moment. “ I can’t ask you to do that.” He said sadly but firmly.
“Remus I don’t rember you asking me anything” she laughed lightly. “Not a bunch maybe a pair of shoes and a few sweaters.” She said look ly slightly pleading, it confused him.
“Why?” He asked quitely not meeting her eyes.
He heard another sigh.
“Because Remus you deserve nice things.” She dated it so matter a factly that his eyes welled up with tears. He didn’t say anything instead he launched himself into her arms crying slightly. She held him not shushing him or telling him to get off, she just stode there holding him.
“Ok” he whispered and her grip tightened slightly.