Golden
When Remus Lupin was 5 years old the innocence of his childhood was taken away from him. His toothy grin, his soft and smooth skin, making friends on the playground or on his way home from school and even being able to go to school. little by little, scar by scar, Remus Lupin's life was ripped away from him.
Now, Remus is 16 years old, leaving everything he's ever known behind.
"It will be good for you Remus," His mother - Hope Lupin - told him sweetly. His father - Lyall Lupin - stood behind her, staring fixatedly at his socks.
Lyall is 45 years old, he has brown hair with his roots greying. he stands at 6'0 and is a lanky figure. his eyes are a brownish hazel that either look angry or numb. he wears patchy robes that are clearly bought second hand.
Lyall had refused to talk to Remus, the only time he talks to Remus is when it is important. he's been like this ever since he was bit. The times he does talk to Remus he has a tone void of emotion, as if he were unable to express emotions. Remus would rather his father shout at him then the way he talks at the moment.
Hope was a plump woman. She has dirty blonde hair that waved down her shoulders. her cheeks were filled with a natural blush, and when she smiled (which was often) she had 2 perfect dimples gracing her face. her eyes were either pinched with worry or with joy, while their colour was a dark blue.
Hope, tended to be too overbearing and could easily be worried over something as simple as a paper cut. He loves his mother but wishes he wouldn't worry her as often and usually felt quite guilty.
Remus who was standing next to his mother, had his mothers dirty blonde hair and his fathers brown eyes. he was wearing a dark green sweater and brown pants, along with his favourite Doc Martens. his shoe laces were a bright gold that did not match the rest of his outfit.
Suddenly, a horn from the train pulled him out of his thoughts.
"On you go love," Hope encouraged him wetly, "You have to get on now otherwise the train will go without you."
Sighing, Remus hugged his mother tightly and went to wave at his father, but seeing his father quickly look away from him he decided against it and moved towards the train.
The train was a glistening red, showcasing big numbers that stated "9 & 3/4" on the side of it. The top of the train was a glossy black with steam around it. Stepping onto the train quickly, Remus didn't look back as it began to speed up.
He began to make his way down the corridor, checking every compartment on his way to check if there was a empty or as close to empty as he could get. Finally, he made his way to the last compartment of the hall. Quietly praying to whatever God would listen, he opened the compartment door.
Sighing in relief, the room was empty. Putting his case away he quickly sat down.
Leaning against the window, he closed his eyes, hoping that he would get a quick nap in before arriving.
Slowly, Remus began to drift off to sleep.
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"Shut it Wormtail! You're gonna wake the boy for God's sake!" A voice exclaimed quietly, with a very distinct posh British accent.
"Wow Prongs, I didn't realise you became his mother." Snorted another voice, with the same posh accent, although his voice was slightly deeper than 'Prongs' voice.
Before anyone else could speak, Remus decided to 'wake up'. Blinking his eyes open, he quickly rubbed at them. "Look boys, the newbie is awake." Flinching at the closeness of the voice, he turned his head to locate who it was. When he looked over at the boy, the boys was so close that they were almost kissing. Remus blushed and immediately tried to back away but unfortunately, he was backed into the window as far as could go.
'Prongs' seemed to be the only sensible one in the group so far and quickly noticed how uncomfortable he was.
"Padfoot! Get out of his face, you dog!" He hissed.
'Padfoot' decided to listen to his friend (or so Remus assumed) and leaned backwards so he was resting on his arms.
Getting a better look at the posh boys, Remus saw that 'Prongs' was a curly black haired boy with round thin rimmed glasses, he had kind hazel eyes. His skin was a olive tan colour that made him shine. "James Potter, nice to meet you. Sorry for this git who doesn't seem to understand personal space." James said kindly and kicked 'Padfoot' in the shin, whilst sticking his hand out for Remus to shake.
Remus took his hand softly. James hand felt of callouses as though he had been working hardly all summer.
"Wormy, why don't you introduce yourself?" James softly asked the last boy in the compartment, who was eating a chocolate frog. Shoving the rest of the chocolate in his mouth and nervously wiped his chocolate covered hands on his pants.
"Hi, Peter Pettigrew." Peter spoke once he had swallowed his chocolate, holding out his hand. Remus shook his hand quickly.
Peters' hand was soft, as if he had never worked a day in his life. Peter seemed sweet and had very low self esteem. he had straight brown hair that covered his head. He also had blue eyes that were like the ocean.
James looked over 'Padfoot' pointedly as if to communicate something that Remus wasn't supposed to see. Groaning dramatically, "Sirius Black." then proceeded to salute Remus and turned to speak to James.
Sirius had shoulder length wavy black hair, and grey eyes that showed mischief. The way Sirius held himself showed that he was confident and had high self-esteem. He had a strong jawline and feminine features. Looking over, he realised Remus was staring and smirked then winked at him. Remus blushed and looked away.
"Mate, you better get dressed in your robes. We're gonna arrive soon." James spoke to him happily. Nodding in agreement, Remus got his robes and headed out of the room. Remus quickly found the bathroom and got dressed efficiently.
Going back to the compartment, he found the boys huddled around the window. Confused, he walked towards them when James spotted him. "This is Hogwarts, Welcome home." James breathed excitedly.