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This is a rewrite, you can find the original in my bonus book.

This is not going to be revolving around Remus the whole time. In the beginning, there's none of him for quite a bit and I'm sorry. Just bear with me because it had to be this way. The story had to be at a certain point before I could drop our lovely Moony in.

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I was in what seemed to be a dark forest. The 'trees' were pretty much just thin, black columns that rose into the sky but I didn't dwell on that. I knew something was chasing me as I leaped over obstacles and twisted around trees. The snarling and rustling got louder but every time I glanced back the thing wasn't in my line of sight.

My panicked breathing and thumping heartbeat almost drowned out the sound of the thing behind me but not enough. I had to stay ahead of the thing, no matter what, but it was definitely faster than me and I was just buying myself a few extra minutes before the inevitable pain I would feel when it caught me.

I tripped when a root hooked itself around my foot and I crashed into the mud and leaves that lined the forest floor. The filth smeared across my cheek as I turned and looked up, briefly seeing the root that had caused my fall. I pushed myself up but the mud slid beneath me and I sunk into it further. I spotted a branch, the only one on any of the trees, and reached out for it but it was just out of reach.

I squeezed my eyes shut as the thing came out of the undergrowth behind me, breathing loudly and growling softly. A scream ripped its way out of my throat as I heard the thing pause then launch itself forward, sending leaves and dirt flying in all directions as it -

"Honey? Breakfast time!" 

I jerked upwards as the sudden sound split through the terror I felt. I blinked and took rapid, shuddering breaths as the realization that I'd been dreaming dawned on me. I gave myself a shake and called, "All right! I'm coming!

I dropped back onto my bed and covered my face with my pillow and groaned into it, knowing just how early it was on a Saturday morning in the summer. Why couldn't I just sleep in? I lay face-down but threw aside my pillow a few minutes later. I swung my legs off the bed and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes as I got up and left my bedroom, pulling the door shut behind me.

I stomped down the stairs and turned into the kitchen, taking in the normal yet chaotic sight that greeted me as I yawned and moved forward to slip into my seat. Dad was wrestling Carina, a little and demanding five-year-old, into a chair while Mum stacked slices of toast onto a plate. Jasmine, the family owl, was swooping around the table in hopes of snatching some type of food but, when I called for her, she drifted down to my shoulder and hooted sadly in my ear as if her life was the most unfair thing in the world.

I waited for Mum and Dad to be ready before dishing up my plate. I poured a glass of orange juice for Carina when she demanded it and, as I passed it to her, I noticed the worried glances that Mum was sending Dad in a way that suggested that something bad was happening or going to happen.

I frowned as I noted that something was wrong. I looked to Dad then turned to Mum for any hint but she caught me watching and she sighed, "Honey..."

"Yes?" I asked hesitantly, worried she was about to tell me she'd killed someone or something.

She hesitated briefly then breathed out another sigh as she reached into her pocket to pull out a crisp and slightly yellowed envelope. She scanned the outside of it then handed it off to me, looking away as she did.

I took the envelope and paused as the first words clicked in my brain. It couldn't be true, obviously... this had to be some sort of prank. I looked to my dad and he shook his head, telling me that no, it wasn't a prank. I forced off the giddy grin that wanted to explode across my face and read the words inked in sapphire once, twice, then one last time.

After the third time, they still didn't seem real. I thought I'd never see the words that were so talked about in my household and yet, here I was, clutching the parchment in my hands as if it were the only thing keeping me alive.

I let my fingers slide over to the wax seal but I paused, needing to read the words just one more time.

Ms. Thompson

The medium-sized bedroom

952 Mahogany Lane

Godric's Hollow

I flipped the envelope over, swearing that I wouldn't read the outside another time, and broke the wax seal on it. I looked up at my parents with a stupid grin and they offered small smiles to me in return, nodding that I could read it. I physically could read it... but, then it dawned on me.

Just because I'd gotten the letter, didn't mean I should accept it. No parent would want me, a monstrosity, near their child in the school. I would end up doing something I couldn't control and I would be kicked out, publicly, probably. It would end up in the Daily Prophet and no one would look at me anymore. They would mock me and, if I accidently bit someone then -

A calming hand rested onto mine and I looked up, realizing that my parents had noticed my face suddenly becoming crestfallen. My dad gave me a reassuring look, "Go on, read it. I'll answer questions afterwards."

I nodded and blew the stand of hair that fell into my face away before pulling out the letter, relishing the feeling of holding the crisp paper in my hands as I slowly read the words inside so it would sink in.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Ms. Thompson,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list  of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

I folded the letter back up and slid it back into the envelope before handing it back to Mum. I turned to Dad and asked immediately, "How?"

Mum, who'd taken the outstretched letter, turned away as if she were scared of this conversation as Dad sighed, "I've spoken to Professor Dumbledore, you'll be fine."

"This is boring," Carina suddenly butt in, whining and wiggling in her seat.

I ignored my sister and kept my gaze steadily on Dad as I asked, again, "How?"

"We've... made arrangements," he paused then continued, "He said they'll build a... house of sorts and it'll be warded to keep you safe inside during the full moon."

I ran my fingers across Jasmine's feathers as the feeling started to sink in more, "I'm really going then?"

"You are," my parents chimed in unison.

"Going where?" Carina butted in again, more persistent than before.

I started to attack my breakfast, still ignoring my sister, as daydreams clouded my brain. I was going to Hogwarts! I'd soon be learning how to care for creatures, cast charms, change objects into other things, watch the stars during the night! Oh, how lovely it would all be!

I snapped out of the daydreams when Dad leaned over to me and whispered, quiet enough that Mum, who'd tackled the task of explaining Hogwarts to Carina again, wouldn't hear, "You'd better be in Slytherin like your old man. If you are, I'll take you on a shopping trip in Diagon Alley, sound good?"

I whispered back, laughing quietly, "What if I'm a Ravenclaw like Mum?"

Dad's offer would've been tempting if Mum hadn't somehow heard and chimed in, "Then I'll take you on a week-long trip to Italy or something."

A week-long Italy trip beat Diagon Alley shopping any day.

"Italy sounds quite cool," I offered.

Carina huffed loudly, "I want to go to Italy!"

I smirked at her, "Too bad, little sis, it's an offer only for me."

She glared at me and I stuck my tongue out at her while Mum and Dad started up an argument on who I was most like. My attention bounced between the two as they stated their points, both pretty good, as I finished eating my breakfast while stealing glances at the letter that Mum had set onto the counter as if it were nothing.

...

The next week, we all head out to Diagon Alley... well, 'all' being Mum, Dad, and I since Carina would've been too much to handle on the wizarding road. She was sent to my aunt's while the three of us flooed into the Leaky Cauldron.

The place was a bit dark but that didn't stop me from looking around in wonder as I followed Dad to the back, where I knew there would be a brick wall. Dad tapped the correct brick and the wall started to unfold and move aside for us.

As we entered Diagon Alley, I glanced back to Mum and she smiled encouragingly before calling out to Dad, "Let's go to Ollivander's first, every witch and wizard needs their wand first."

"Of course, that's where I was heading," Dad replied, leading us off to the side where a shop was settled.

I moved ahead and pushed open the door to the shop and gasped in surprise. The shop was filled with long, rectangular boxes stacked on every possible surface and squeezed into little nooks and crannies.

"Hello? Mr. Ollivander?" Mum called, gently closing the door behind her.

A girl, well, woman who seemed to be around the age of twenty appeared amid the shelves and blinked at us before a smile broke across her face and she hurried over, avoiding stepping on the boxes on the floor, "Oh, yes, hello, there! How may I help you?"

"Where's Mr. Ollivander?" Dad asked, not rudely but not too kindly either.

"Oh, he's feeling a bit sick today but I can help you just as well as he can, I am his grandniece, after all," her look was a bit guarded but it dropped away as she returned to 'happy helper' for us, "What can I do for you?"

Mum looked to me so I piped up, "I need a wand."

"Ah, yes, of course! First year at Hogwarts, then?" she asked, gesturing for me to follow after her as she inspected the shelves around her.

"Yes," I responded, trying to keep up with her quick-paced movement as she weaved through the uncountable number of shelves.

"Wonderful... aha! Try this one," she carefully extracted a box from a shelf to our left and opened it before offering it to me.

I picked up the slim wand inside and gave it a small wave but it didn't seem to be satisfactory because she took it back and slipped the box back into its spot before moving on.

The spaces amid the shelves were dark and dusty but her cheery personality kept me going as she paused at random boxes along the way. Eventually, she sighed and admitted, "I'm working on my skills... slowly. Uncle Ollivander said I need to be more confident so - "

Her words dropped off as a little girl who seemed to be about four poked her head around the shelf we'd stopped near. She wore bright colors but didn't look too happy, "Mommy, I hungry. Uncle Ollie hungry too!"

"Ah, sweetie," the woman swept the girl up into her arms and looked at me apologetically before speaking to the girl who I assumed was her daughter, "I'm with a customer right now, can it wait?"

"No!" she cried, giving off a huff and shooting a glare at me as if I'd caused all the world's problems.

"If you wait we can get ice cream afterwards, I can close the shop for a few minutes," the mother negotiated reasonably.

The girl frowned, "Fine."

The woman set her daughter down and the kid scrambled off in the direction she'd come from. She glanced back at me then stepped around a small pile of boxes on the ground, gesturing me to follow, as we continued the search for a wand. 

Eventually, we found the right fit and my family bid goodbye to her and left the shop with an expertly wrapped box in our possession. The day ahead was just as chaotic as we hurried from shop to shop, buying items and debating prices.

But, it was all worth it when, a month a half later, I was on my way to Hogwarts.

...

After a panicked but excited wait over the course of a bit over a month, I found myself running towards a very much solid-looking wall. Of course, when I got close I flinched as I expected an impact into the brick column but I found none. I had just stepped onto a secretly hidden platform away from the muggles that held the magical steam train titled the Hogwarts Express. I looked around in wonder as my parents and sister joined me.

Mum didn't give me much time to continue my appraisal of the magnificence of the space because she hurried me off to find a compartment, insisting that the sooner I found one the better. Carina ran after us, tugging on my jacket to bother me with questions, but I didn't mind. I was too lost in my excitement to find her annoying.

"Aha, I found one!" Mum called and I caught up to her to find her looking proudly at an empty compartment.

Carina and Dad joined us a bit later, since Carina had gotten too tired to chase after us, and Dad grinned, "Wonderful. You ready, honey?"

I gave a slow nod and hauled my trunk into it, finally realizing that Carina would forever be annoying as she protested heavily and tried to follow me into the train, despite Mum threatening to not let her visit her friend in the coming week.

I settled into the seat and waved to my parents, since they had decided to head off early because a certain little goblin would scream, cry, ruin others' belongings, and do whatever other types of destruction imaginable if she didn't get food right that instance.

The silence was nice, though, because I could sit and muse over what Hogwarts would be like. I had never let myself imagine because it would have just been too unbearable when my period of time to receive a letter came and went without a waxed-sealed envelope appearing by owl.

Eventually, the peace was disrupted because a flood of late-comers arrived and poured onto the train to find compartments, their friends, or both. I watched as they hurried about through the windows leading into the hallway and I couldn't help but hope someone would come sit down with me because I didn't want to sit alone.

My wishes seemed to come true, yet again, as a red-haired girl slid open the door and poked her head inside, looking quite apologetic because she'd 'interrupted' something, "Excuse me? Sorry, but may I sit in here? Everywhere else is full or I'm unwanted."

She gave a small smile and I gestured to the seat across from me, returning her nice expression, "Of course you can sit down. I'm Thompson, what about you?"

"Evans," she pushed her trunk into the space overhead after closing the door and she sat down diagonally from me.

I reached over to my bag and started to rummage through it, knowing that what I was looking for was in there somewhere because I wouldn't go anywhere without them. If I happened to forget, I'd usually have a mental breakdown because of multiple reasons that I couldn't fully describe myself.

I started to panic slightly but, then, I came out triumphant as my bumped against the sharp corner of the box I'd been searching for. I pulled out the chocolate box and, relieved, I sat there in a moment of happiness before opening them to offer one to Evans.

She looked momentarily surprised but took one anyway and I followed her action, popping one into my mouth. Some would call my reliance on chocolate an obsession but I knew that in some way it ran deeper than that. Chocolate killed dogs, right? Well, after that morbid thought entered my mind at a young age, I'd decided that chocolate was the best food for me and I'd stuck to it since despite the brief periods that were scattered throughout my years when I'd get so sick of the brown, sweet stuff that I'd want to hurl at the thought of eating more of it when the next full moon approached.

Apparently, my heavy-topic thoughts showed on my face because Evans piped up, "What house are you wanting to be in?"

"House?" I asked stupidly, caught off guard for a brief moment but I recovered, "Slytherin or Ravenclaw, I guess. You?"

"Gryffindor but all the others sound lovely as well," she replied.

We fell into a slightly awkward if not uncomfortable silence as the train ride progressed. I didn't feel like starting a conversation and Evans didn't seem to up to it either because the quiet became deafening but, thankfully, the trolly witch appeared to pull us out of the ringing.

When the train pulled to a slow stop, Evans and I pulled our trunks down and left the train, hopping down to the platform and joining the flow of our fellow first years as we were called to a specific place to be led to the boats that would take us across the lake.

Evans clambered into a boat and I followed her, not knowing where else to go because getting into a boat with yet another stranger would be too awkward for my already-overwhelmed self to handle. Maybe on a good day I'd try meeting others.

Thankfully, no one joined our boat and, when the rest were filled to the allowed amount of three, we set off with nothing guiding us towards the castle. The water around the boats rippled gently and the quiet chatter of excited students filled the air with their wonder. I wished to join them but I was too caught up in trying to be one of the first to spot the castle because, according to Dad, being in the first few just made the experience better.

He was right because as soon as I saw the castle, I instinctively pointed out and cried, "Look!"

A couple others and spotted it and everyone immediately turned their attention to the castle as I relished the moment. It was my first time seeing it and I knew it was something that I should really cherish because it could have not happened at all.

I heard a quiet murmur of excitement from Evans and I agreed in my mind that Hogwarts truly was breathtaking in a way that just could not be described, at least not in my awestruck state. The windows let out small beams of light and the stone, that usually would've been slightly creepy, seemed to radiate welcomes to the students coming in.

Our boats skimmed across the water until they came to a stop at docks like the ones that we'd started our journey at. All of us scrambled out of the boats and headed into the school, knowing that soon we'd all be separated and 'turned' against each other as the sorting ceremony started.

We were guided into a vast entry hall then herded into a smaller side room that had the faint glow of candles illuminating the space. A professor with a stern and 'I take no crap from anyone' look on her face stood waiting. Her hair was tied up in a tight bun but she offered the tiniest of smiles as we shuffled around to make room, "Welcome to Hogwarts. The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room.

"The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rulebreaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours.

"The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting. I shall return when we are ready for you," she finished. "Please wait quietly."

She turned and left the chamber in a grand, sweeping gesture and all of us immediately turned and started to chatter in worried or confident tones. You could tell who knew nothing and who knew everything, since they were part of wizarding families. I glanced over to Evans and found that she'd struck up a conversation with someone standing next to her. Maybe it wasn't a true conversation, though, it seemed more like an argument so I turned away, not wanting to be involved.

"Move along now," called a sharp voice, "The Sorting Ceremony's about to start," the professor had returned and she was gesturing for us to move, "Now, form a line and follow me."

We all did as we were told and formed a line, a crooked line, but a line. The line trailed after the professor as we headed out of the room and back into the hall where a pair of double doors were thrown open for us to enter into the Great Hall.

I looked around in awe and I noted that other first years were doing the same, gazing up at the ceiling, taking note of the floating candles, and, most of all, the people. They were all sitting in five tables, four for the students and one for the staff. The room was filled with thousands of the floating candles and their light filled up the space in a warm and inviting glow.

The tables themselves were laden with glittering golden plates and goblets that shone as if they weren't very, very old. Everything radiated warmth, invitations, and history that I couldn't wait to experience.

I returned my attention to the professor as she hauled a four-legged stool to the front and set it down along with a beaten up and ancient wizard's hat.

The sorting hat.

The hat twitched a bit then a rip near the brim opened into a wide mouth that promptly burst into song that was quite unexpected for the first years but everyone clapped nonetheless. A singing hat was quite cool, after all.

"When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," the professor announced before calling the first name.

The named student hurried forward and settled themselves onto the stool and, a few moments later the first person was sorted into Hufflepuff, much to the pleasure of the yellow-clad table. The next sorted student, someone Avery, sat stiffly on the wooden stool for what seemed like forever but then the hat called out, "Slytherin!"

A table decked out in green and silver roared as Avery took off the hat and set it back onto the stool before heading over to her new house's table to join them. The sorting continued until Evan's name was called, who's first name turned out to be Lily.

"Evans, Lily!"

Evans approached the stool and sat down, setting the hat on her bright red hair. The hat paused to think then announced, "Gryffindor!"

I smiled at her as she headed to the Gryffindor table and she smiled back, offering a small wave, then settled down at the lion's table.

The sorting continued and, eventually, a black-haired boy named Snape was called up and he stuck the hat on his head and sat down. Seconds later, the hat made it's decision with a sure call of, "Slytherin!"

I clapped a couple times for him but the motion dropped off quickly as a quick bout of nerves took a hold of me. Was I going to join a familiar house to my family like Ravenclaw or Slytherin or was I going to go into unknown territory as a Hufflepuff or Gryffindor? I held my breath until my name was stated. I released the nervous breath and sat down on the old stool. The hat was set onto my head and it remained silent until shouting, "Slytherin!"

I grinned and hopped off the stool in my delight. I would be going shopping in Diagon Alley after all. I joined Slytherin's table and, after sliding onto the wooden bench, I looked around at my fellow first-years and new housemates.

My time at Hogwarts had just begun.

...

The first four days at the castle were filled with fun classes and exploring the hallways, hidden passageways, and grounds of our new homes. The always-changing staircases, secret nooks, and fake doors were quite fun during free time but were just a hassle when trying to get to a lesson.

I didn't really talk to others, much, because I was too busy bouncing between glee and panic to really feel the urge to go meet someone new. The panic came often because my first full moon in school was coming up and Professor Dumbledore had asked for me to visit him in his office on Saturday. So I did.

When I arrived I offered the password he'd given me to the gargoyles and a staircase was revealed that smoothly swirled upwards in a spiral. I stepped onto it and it brought me up to the top, where his office was stationed.

His office wasn't as professional as I thought it would be but it was very fun to look at. There were odd trinkets that ticked and whirred in their designated spots. The walls were covered in portraits of people who I could recognize as the past headmasters.

Professor Dumbledore himself sat behind his large wooden desk and he smiled at me when I finally looked over to him, "Miss Thompson, take a seat."

I crossed the room and settled into one of the chairs, watching him hesitantly because what the heck was I supposed to say?

"So, Miss Thompson, to address your... furry little problem, I've ordered a house to be built with a passageway under the Whomping Willow we planted this summer. It's quite comfortable and you'll go there on full moons. The main thing you must know, however, is that the house will be split into two since there is another of your kind."

I stared at him dumbly, blinking slowly. There was another? Another werewolf? I blew hair out of my eye then asked, "Who's the other?"

"I'm afraid that the information you ask for isn't my secret to tell," his blue eyes bore into mine as he said these words, "Lunch is being served, so you may go."

I nodded, "Thank you, professor."

I left his office with my head spinning in dizzying circles. There really was another werewolf? I wondered if I'd meet them or if we were to separate and not associate. I would love to talk to them since it was an interesting subject. Were they born as a werewolf, like me? Or had they been bitten, like my mum? I wandered down to the Great Hall without having a full intention of eating because my brain was racing for answers that I couldn't get.

...

The full moon happened to be on the first Sunday of my time at Hogwarts. It was annoying because I'd be exhausted the next day but I didn't complain about that because I had more pressing matters to deal with, like the fact that I had to sneak away from my prying roommates without waking them.

My dormmates fell asleep quickly so I got up and slipped out of the dorm, heading down the hallway until I reached the Slytherin common room. The room was cast in heavy shadows with slight hints of dark green peeking out when the bit of light filtered in through the windows.

Exiting the common room, I made sure to check each hall for prefects or teachers before continuing out to the grounds. I left the castle quietly and set off towards the Whomping Willow and enchanted a stick, as instructed, to press a specific knot on the trunk.

I slid into the tunnel and reached out a hand to the wall to help me understand where I was going. It was a long and silent walk but, when I emerged in the house, I decided it was worth it because the home was nice and cozy in a way that made it seem like a home you could live in, not one for two savage werewolves to wreck each month.

I looked at the two doors, one to my left and the other to my right, and saw that a T was etched into the left's door, so I assumed it was for me. I pushed open the door and entered the room, checking the door to make sure that it had spelled itself shut, before settling onto a rug because sitting on a chair was useless anyway.

Around half an hour later of a boring wait, the moon had risen and a sharp pain shot through my limbs. The feeling is hard to describe but it feels like your bones are being stretched while your muscles have to follow after quickly so they don't snap. It's not very pleasant.

A few agony-filled minutes passed and I ended up laying on the carpet until the pain eased. This was a regular occurrence so I just stayed there quietly for around ten minutes. Then, for some reason, I was all anger.

Werewolves could be called moody teenagers because, when they're in their form, the emotions change quickly and usually have no real cause.

I stood up and dug my claws into the rug below me, growling as if it had done something downright horrible to me. To my great surprise, I heard the other respond to my noises so I turned and threw myself against the door.

I stepped back and propelled myself forward again, despite the fact that the door was remaining stubbornly shut. I was annoyed, exhausted, and quite determined to break down the magically sealed barrier. Werewolves were pack animals, usually, so we needed company.

Eventually, the two of us wore ourselves out and I heard the other pad away while I decided to hop onto the couch near the door and curl up on it, which is where I stayed for the rest of the night.

...

When the excruciating transformation was over, I opened the door and squished back into the tunnel. I had waited a bit for signs of the other person leaving but they hadn't, so I decided to go since they were probably waiting for me to be the first to leave.

I walked down the length of the tunnel and, before I emerged, I remembered the sweets I'd stuffed into my pocket beforehand. I reached into the pocket and pulled out two bars of chocolate, one of which I decided to leave at the mouth of the tunnel for the other werewolf.

I was utterly exhausted as I made my way back to the castle, leaving the Whomping Willow behind as I unwrapped the chocolate and snapped a piece off. I ate the chocolate while entering the castle then slowed down in my motions so the sound of the breaking candy wouldn't alert anyone as I headed for the Hospital Wing, which took quite a while because there were lots of prefects and teachers to avoid. Then there was also Peeves.

I pushed open the Hospital Wing door open and Madam Pomfrey immediately rushed over to me and led me to a bed, where she handed me a glass of water and more chocolate, before promptly pulling the curtains closed around me.

Not even ten minutes later, the doors opened again and I watched as the shadow of Madam Pomfrey hurried the other into a different bed. I assumed they'd been given water and chocolate as well because I heard her telling the student to eat quickly then rest.

That charade of avoiding each other continued well into the sixth year.

...

"Lupin!" I called in greeting as I entered the Charms classroom. Remus Lupin, a kind brown-haired boy, looked up and waved from his seat.

"Thompson, how're you?"

"Great," I slid into the chair next to him and set my bag on the ground, "Ready for this stupid test?"

"Of course," he offered me a grin, "I'm going to get a higher score."

I rolled my eyes, "Shut up, I know that. I haven't gotten a higher score since third year."

He smiled and I couldn't help but smile back as the classroom around us filled with our peers. Professor Flitwick, who'd been organizing papers at his desk, climbed onto his stack of books and quieted us down, "Now, class! Ready for your test?"

Half-hearted yeses chorused from us and the professor gave us a knowing smile as he spelled the test sheets to hand themselves out. I uncapped my ink bottle and, when my paper landed in front of me, I set to working on it immediately.

The sound of the strokes strokes of my quill joined the other quills and the scratching on the parchment filled the otherwise silent room. I would like to say that I didn't panic, but I most certainly did because parts of it were just plain confusing.

I finished faster than others, though, so I closed my inkwell and set both quill and ink back into my bag. Lupin had obviously finished before me and he was doodling something on the edge of his test, something that seemed to be frustrating because he kept making faces at it.

As I waited for the class to end, I started to drift off and I ended up thinking about the first few times I'd met Lupin. It was quite awkward, actually.

I had been thinking about giving chocolate to the other werewolf in person but I ended up choosing the worst time possible because my dormmates noticed something was up from 'the look on my face'. Since they were annoying, they decided it was perfectly fine to shove me into our dorm and nudge me onto a random bed, gathering around it.

"So, Thompson, what's up?" Amelia asked, laying on the bed next to the one I was on, chin propped up on her hands.

"Nothing," I looked around at the girls watching me, "Really, nothing."

"Sure, sure, Thompson, keep telling yourself that," Rosalee chimed, sitting next to me and draping her arm across my shoulder, "You'll tell us whatever it is at some point so it's now or later."

I laughed at her statement, "I can be stubborn, so never."

Avery, from across the room on her own bed, called out, "Come on, Thompson! You helped interrogate Harley back in second year until she gave up so it's your turn!"

"Hey, unfair, I was bribed into helping! How could I resist dark chocolate?" I defended myself.

Harley laughed, "You just give up too easily, don't kid yourself."

"Oh, shut up," I rolled my eyes and chucked a pillow at her.

She caught the pillow and tossed it back at me but I ducked and it smacked into Rosalee's instead. She sent a death glare at Harley but set the pillow aside, "Come on, Thompson!"

"I said nothing is going on. I'm fine!"

"Hm, sure, ooh, is it a boy?" Avery chimed in, setting aside the book she'd been attempting to read.

Rosalee shoved me off the bed when I said nothing, "It is! Isn't it?"

I groaned and glared up at her but decided not to climb back onto the bed because I was just too lazy. I closed my eyes and put a hand over my face, "You are all so bloody annoying."

"But you love us!" Harley sang.

"Yes, I love you all so much that I want to jinx you," I muttered in reply.

"Aww," Amelia kneeled next to me and dragged me so I was sitting upright then wrapped me in a hug, "We love you too!"

Despite my annoyance, I laughed, "Keep dreaming."

"We are dreaming, that you'll tell us what's going on!" Avery grinned at me.

"Well, I'm not a genie so I can't grant that wish," I shoved Amelia away from me.

"You can grant that wish without magic," Rosalee slid off the bed so she was on the rug with Amelia and I, "So, what's going on?"

"Nice try," I got up and headed to the door, "I'm leaving, off to the Great Hall."

Before I could shut the door I heard Avery give one last try, "Boo! You're boring!"

I laughed and headed out to the common room, weaving through other Slytherins before leaving the dungeons. I went up to the main floor of the school but didn't actually go into the Great Hall because the courtyard sounded better.

Students were sprawled out in groups or alone, chatting or doing work with each other. I saw some third year Slytherin girls giggling in the corner so I approached them. Their words broke off when they noticed someone coming but they continued more animatedly when they realized it was me. That was one of the benefits of befriending the younger years, if they weren't little devils.

"What's going on?" I asked them.

"Oh, hi, Thompson!" Melissa took my hand and tugged me a bit closer, "We're talking about the next Hogsmeade trip!"

"Why does that need so much attention?"

Liliana laughed, "Because it's Valentine's Day!"

I groaned, "Oh, Salazar."

"Ooh, do you have a date? Or someone in mind?" Selina asked.

"Nope, and I have no plants to get one," I replied.

The three girls rolled their eyes and groaned in unison, "You're so boring!"

"So I've been told," I laughed and waved goodbye, "I'll see you three later!"

They watched me leave for a moment then turned back to each other to continue their conversation. Merlin, I remember third year's Valentine's Day, where Rosalee's date left her. Amelia and Harley found her crying and took her back to our dorm, where Avery and I had been studying. Avery and I studied more than the others, even if it didn't help too much.

I left the courtyard and immediately smacked into someone. I rubbed my forehead and looked up to see a boy clad in Gryffindor colors with three others surrounding him. I winced when I realized there were four of them in total. It wouldn't surprise me at all if they decided to hex me.

"Ah, sorry. I'm sorry," I said quickly.

The boy I had bumped into shrugged it off, "It's fine."

"Just don't do it again," a black-haired boy with glasses warned.

"Calm down, Prongs," the boy standing directly in front of me said.

I ducked around them, "I'll go now."

I wandered off through the halls, thinking, when a thought drifted in. I was out of chocolate. Of all the possible times to run out of it, it just had to be around Valentine's Day. It had happened twice, when I was younger, but it hadn't been too bad. I just disliked the blinding pink at that point. I hoped I wouldn't get stuck with a crap ton of pink heart-shaped boxes for a few weeks again.

I sighed, wasn't timing just amazing?

Then, the next Saturday after that first encounter...

I went to Hogsmeade during the next trip, despite the fact that I'd reasoned with myself that I could wait until the pink season was over. The sheer amount of that color made me want to barf. The color itself wasn't bad, but it being everywhere was horrible. Everything was pink, on more pink, with more pink, and did I mention pink?

I hurried to Honeydukes the minute I got off the carriage because I wanted to make the trip as short as possible because everywhere I looked there were couples and hearts and all that lovey dovey crap. I entered the candy shop and headed straight to the chocolate section.

I snatched random boxes off the shelf, knowing that I would be fine with any type of chocolate as long as it made my trip shorter, then went to the checkout. The witch at the counter had a nice and cheery face and it brightened up more when she noted just how much chocolate I had, "Someone special?"

"Hah, no," I snapped, quite irritated. I immediately felt bad because the witch was so nice but I really just wanted to get out of there as fast as possible.

She frowned at me but took the offered coins. I knew it was the right amount, or just a bit over, so I ended up snatching up my chocolate and hurrying out of there before she could insist on handing back my change because she just seemed like one of those people. Merlin, Valentine's day was just a huge headache.

I pushed through the milling crowds in the shop and walked out into the street, turning my attention to my bag so I could shove my load of chocolate into it but, because of my absolutely amazing luck, I ran into someone. Who happened to be the same someone that I'd bumped into just a bit before.

He looked startled and I returned the look as I started to grab at the boxes that I'd dropped, "Sorry."

"It's fine, don't worry," he replied, helping me pick up some of the packages.

I stood up, not noticing that one of the candy boxes was missing, but I paused when I noticed he was outstretching the final box. Being slightly confounded and not in the mood to think things through, I blurted, "Oh, Merlin, sorry again. You can keep that?"

He blinked at me, "Excuse me?"

Ah, gosh. I had the urge to smack myself in the face but I didn't, instead saying as calmly as I could, "Er, never mind, do whatever."

I hadn't noticed his friends but I sure did when his bespectacled friend laughed and called, "Moony's got a girl!"

The boy, who was apparently nicknamed Moony, turned back to his friends and sent them a scolding look, "Hush up."

"Sorry," I said again awkwardly.

I felt like a complete and utter idiot. What on earth was I doing? I knew rumors would probably fly but I would face those consequences later, probably from my roommates. They would be a nightmare and I winced at the thought and finished stuffing the boxes into my bag. I sent one last apologetic look at the boy, ignoring his friends' teasing, then hurried off as fast as I could. Leaving him standing there, very confused, with his laughing group of friends.

Salazar, I'd been an idiot.

But, it was pretty worth it when I thought about it. From that awkward incident, it had caused Lupin and I to start talking in our shared classes. Those chats bloomed friendship and then there I was, friends with one of the infamous 'Marauders', just because of a stupid decision from two years previous.

"Thompson?" I heard Lupin ask, "Uh, Thompson?"

I turned towards him, "Yeah?"

"Class is over," he offered me a smile, "Let's go get lunch, daydreamer."

I rolled my eyes at his nickname but stood up, "Let's go, Moony."

I still didn't fully grasp the point of his nickname but I'd used it teasingly every now and then because I'd heard his friends call him that in the brief moments that I'd been in their presence. He didn't seem to mind but Black and Potter sure did when they caught me calling him his 'special nickname'.

As the two of us made our way down to the Great Hall, I thought ahead to the next full moon. It was the next evening and I wasn't happy about it at all. They were painful and this one was the night before a Transfiguration test, meaning it would take away valuable study time from me.

I turned my head towards Lupin, "Want to study in the evening tomorrow?"

He paused and a quick look of nerves flit across his face, "When?"

"Seven or eight to nine?" I asked, noticing how he relaxed at the time.

"Yeah, sure, I may have to go early though."

Confusion rose but I nodded, "All right, that's fine."

"Great," we entered the Great Hall and he stopped me from breaking off to head to the Slytherin table, "Sit with me?"

I tilted my head, "Are you sure?"

"Of course, dummy," he smiled, "Come on?"

I returned the smile and gave a fake, overdramatic sigh, "Fine, Lupin."

He led me to the table of the lions and he slid onto the bench, gesturing for me to sit next to him. I sat and decided to ignore the glares I was getting the best I could. We both dished up some food onto our plates as we waited for Black, Potter, and Pettigrew to arrive.

They didn't keep us waiting long because not even a couple minutes later, the three arrived and plunked themselves onto the benches as if they owned the place. Potter offered me a lazy grin, "What's up, Thompson?"

"Not much, Potter," I copied his bored expression and inspected a roll, "How're you and Evans?"

Surprisingly, he had developed a liking of Evans and I ended up spotting her a bit more often than I had first expected since Potter liked to bother her as much as he could. She didn't seem to enjoy it that much but he had toned down his antics quite a lot in the later years of school, which was good because it would've been a disaster if he'd been acting the same way throughout all seven years.

"Quite good, actually," he snatched the roll I'd been staring at and tore off a bite.

"Thompson, so good to see you," Black butt in, his eyes portraying the same distrust they always did when he saw me.

"Likewise," I responded coolly, "Any marriage prospects?"

"Nothing new."

Pettigrew, who'd been looking around at the food, suddenly chimed, "Has anyone seen the pudding?"

We all laughed at the suddenness of the action, despite how often it happened because it was a very much Pettigrew move. Lupin glanced around then picked up a dish and outstretched it to his friend, "This one?"

"Yes, yes, thank you, Remus," he took the dish and placed some on his plate, smiling happily.

As more people arrived for lunch I found myself scooting more towards Lupin as people shuffled around to make space down the bench. I flushed slightly but I made sure to keep a calm look on my face because the Marauders would never let me live it down if they discovered that I was blushing around their friend. That, or they'd straight up hex me.

I finished eating and quietly told Lupin I was going but, when I stood to go, I felt a hand grasp mine and I looked down to see him keeping me anchored, "Yes, Remus?"

He paused then shook his head, "Never mind, see you next evening, Thompson."

"Yeah, yeah, of course," I smiled and brushed a hand over his shoulder before pulling away from him and his fellow Gryffindors.

...

"Thompson, wait up!" I glanced back as I left History of Magic to see a rare sight of Lupin hurrying through the crowds towards me.

"Oh, hey, Remus, what's up?" I asked when he'd gotten close enough to hear me at normal volume.

"Nothing much, I was wondering if you wanted to grab a snack in the kitchens with me, though?" the way his eyes darted around slightly portrayed nerves and I couldn't help but flush lightly as my mind jumped to a conclusion.

"Sure!" I agreed and his eyes changed to surprised, "Keep up, Moony."

The two of us set off and weaved through the packed hallways. Things were quiet between us but it was the comfortable kind of silence. I let him choose our path to the kitchens because I knew he probably knew the paths way better than I could ever.

My trust in him was right because we arrived at the kitchens in about the half the time it would've taken us if I'd led. He reached up and tickled the pear on the portrait and, when the painting swung open, he gestured me forward.

I entered the kitchens with him close behind and, not to my surprise, when we emerged into the main part a swarm of house elves hurried forward, some giving bows while others gave dips of their heads. One stepped forward, "What would Sir and Miss like?"

I glanced over to Lupin and he shrugged before addressing the house elves, "Anything, really. Just a small snack."

The house elf who had spoken bowed, "Of course, Sir and Miss."

The rest of the house elves and scampered away, debating on different items as they collected what couldn't possibly be deemed a 'small snack'. The sweet things returned with a large amount of foods that were snack foods but the potions were by no means small.

I laughed, "Thank you so much..."

"Tilly!" the house elf offered.

"Thank you so much, Tilly," I took the offered basket and bid the elves goodbye as Lupin and I left the kitchens, "So, where're we going with our goods?"

"Courtyard?" he suggested.

I shrugged, "Sounds good."

We headed out to the courtyard and settled in the grass under a tree. The tree offered shade from the sun and we unpacked the vast amount of food in the small basket. It was all neatly prepared and I found it sweet that the house elves were willing to drop their work on dinner's preparations just to fix a snack for two students.

Lupin and I slowly made our way through the food, chatting and laughing as the sun started to set. I picked up an unfamiliar looking biscuit and held it up, "What's this?"

He took it from me inspected it, "I've had this type before."

"All right," I shrugged and watched as he popped the whole thing into his mouth, "Hey, none for me?"

"Too bad, I stole it and, therefore, it was mine to eat."

"Rude," I laughed, closing up the now-empty basket.

He laughed as well, "I can get one for you, if you want?"

I waved his offer away, "No, thank you, Remus, I don't care that much. I've had plenty as it is."

"Suit yourself," he stood up and offered a hand to help me stand, which I took, "I'm going to go find James, Sirius, and Peter so... see you for our study session?"

"Of course," I waved and we headed off in our separate directions.

...

That evening, as agreed, Lupin and I met in the library. I brought my Transfiguration book and notes in my bag. I found him at our usual table so I slid into a seat next to him, "Hello, Lupin."

"Greetings, Thompson," he responded, laying out his own notes.

I smiled and set down my bag, pulling out the needed materials for out study session. I knew most of the stuff but the spell for a certain transfiguration just had me stumped so that's what we worked on for about half an hour.

After I had the spell mastered, or as mastered as we could get it, we moved on to reviewing the stuff that he didn't know, which was mainly just a spell that stopped an object from being transfigured at all.

As the clock ticked away, we both looked at the time more often. I didn't know why he was checking but I was worried about when the full moon would rise. I got slightly more panicked as the time passed so I blurted, "Lupin, I have to go. Want to continue tomorrow?"

A confused expression crossed his face but it turned to a relieved yet understanding one quickly, "Oh, yeah, of course. Here at the same time and place tomorrow?"

"Sure!" I started to pack up my stuff and he did the same, probably to go study with the Marauders. Well, more like scold them into studying but never actually studying, from what he's told me.

We both left the library and split into our separate directions, him to Gryffindor Tower and me to Slytherin Dungeons. My footsteps echoed in the mostly empty hallways and I mused about the upcoming practice N.E.W.Ts some classes were giving to help us be prepared for the next year, when we'd take the hard tests and leave the school.

I reached the common room and stated our password, a stupid one, and slipped into the room. My peers were sprawled around and I waved at a couple when they noticed me but I did my best to hurry. I knew that if I was too quick, I'd be questioned so I paced myself to an in-between.

I dropped my bag and opened the drawer to my nightstand. I rummaged for a moment then pulled out two least atrocious pink boxes I could find. Curse Valentine's Day and all the pinkness that surrounded it.

I stuffed the packages into my robe's surprisingly large pocket, rolling my eyes at the stupidness of the pink holiday, and left the dorm. I head back out of the common room and up to the main level of the castle, where I made a beeline for the Entry Hall and the large double doors that led out onto the grounds.

I crossed the stretch of grass and enchanted a stick to poke the knot on the Whomping Willow before slipping inside of the tunnel that was getting a bit tight for my liking. The dirt tunnel used to be perfect for my size when I was younger but I was almost an adult and it was a bit cramped. I was fuming silently as my head occasionally bumped against the irregular dips in the ceiling when I remembered the other werewolf. Was the tunnel a problem for them as well?

I reached the end of the tunnel and entered the home, turning left by instinct and kicking the door closed behind me. The moon was rising slowly so I decided to hop onto the table that was pressed against the wall because I wasn't really allowed to do it anywhere else. In my boredom, I decided to open one of the boxes of chocolate that I'd brought along with me.

I picked up the chocolates one by one and popped them into my mouth, studying the room as if I hadn't been in it multiple times in the past few years. I was kind of wishing that the transformation would just start already because the nights like those were quite annoying because it just meant I'd be there later and that meant less sleep. There was nothing to do in the room because what on earth would a werewolf do with books or games so I ended up tracing the lines in the wooden floor. Such fun.

I had finished about a forth of the chocolates when a feeling as if a knife had been stabbed into my back jolted me in awareness. I dropped the box and hopped off the table before collapsing under the pain as the sensation spread.

Agonizing minutes later, the transformation was over and I was left on the floor. I unfolded my now-furred limbs and stood, looking around then eventually catching the scent of food. I lifted my paws onto the table and sniffed it but something warned me off it before I could decide to snarf it down so I backed off.

I wandered around the room then decided that a pillow was interesting so I snatched it off the couch and started to rip it apart. Feathers flew from the destroyed cushion and I barked happily as they fluttered down. Werewolves could honestly act exactly like dogs, when alone and happy.

I darted around through the falling feathers until they had all landed on the floor then I skidded to a stop. I could hear the werewolf and other animals. The other animals had been making me curious for the past while after I'd shifted back to my normal state but, to my werewolf form, they were possible snacks so I padded over to the door and listened. I couldn't understand the other animals' sounds and the werewolf said nothing so I quickly lost interest in what was happening.

Hours later that were spent in boredom, I returned to my human state and closed up the thankfully untouched box of chocolates. I popped open the door and left the house, heading down the tunnel.

When I reached the end of it, I sat down and waited. I was determined to meet the other werewolf and I wouldn't let my nerves get the best of me like all the other times. I sat for a good fifteen minutes when I finally heard familiar voices that I couldn't place yet. There were four, not a surprise, but the familiarity was a complete surprise as my brain strained to place them.

Then I heard one say something that struck me with shock, "Come on, Moony, if you keep going we'll be in the Hospital Wing where you can rest in about fifteen minutes."

Moony?

Then it all clicked. The moon-themed nickname for a werewolf. The times Remus would dodge around meeting on the full moons with everyone. The three other animal scents I detected in the house. They were the Marauders. In animagus form.

My eyes widened and I was standing there quite shell-shocked when the Marauders finally emerged from the tunnel to the sight of me standing there stupidly. Potter tilted his head and cried incredulously, "Thompson? What in the name of Godric are you doing here?"

"I - " I shook myself, "I'm... the other werewolf."

"Thompson? Really?" I heard Black muse over the thought of it, "Huh."

I heard my name and I saw Remus being supported by Pettigrew. He look battered and tired but his face was full surprise as he studied me, "That's... unexpected."

"Same for you."

He sighed, "Let's get to the Hospital Wing. I need to sit."

I nodded, "Of course, let's go."

We walked in silence as our thoughts settled. I had wanted to meet the other werewolf for a long time but I had never been sure on how to set up a meeting. At least this way I didn't have to deal with getting to know a whole new person.

The trip to the Hospital Wing was short and I pushed open the door so Pettigrew could slip through with Remus. I stopped holding it for Black and Potter because they could deal with it without me.

I followed Pettigrew as he found a suitable bed to set Remus on, who seemed far more battered than usual, even for a werewolf on the night of a full moon. Madam Pomfrey came bustling out of her office when she heard us and she instructed Black, Potter, and Pettigrew to wait out of her way while she tended to Remus and I, who were 'in more need of care'.

After her fussing was over, I looked over to Remus and found him watching me. I lifted my eyebrows in a questioning look, "So?"

"So what?"

"So how long were you going to avoid meeting the other werewolf?" I asked, picking up my glass of water and taking a sip.

He shrugged tiredly, "I don't know, I was too nervous. It was for nothing though, you aren't that bad."

"Gee, thanks," I set down my cup.

We sat in silence until Black chimed suddenly, "He wanted to, don't worry, Thompson. He was quite interested in the other werewolf but I think his mind was more occupied with making a move on a certain someone."

"Yeah, the someone was more important," Potter piped up.

I looked back to Remus and I noted just how red he'd gotten. I laughed as he scolded his friends, "Padfoot, Prongs! Shut up!"

"Not a chance, Moony," they promised in unison.

The banter between the three of them, since Pettigrew had chosen to stay out of it, continued until the draw of exhaustion pulled all five of us into a deep sleep.

...

The next day, after being released from the Hospital Wing after Potter, Black, and Pettigrew but after Remus, I found myself sitting in the courtyard while my dormmates chattered with each other. Avery was the only one not participating in the conversation aside from me because she'd received a load of letters from home throughout the week that'd she'd been putting off for as long as possible. The letters were most likely about heirs of families she should meet, judging by the furious look on her face and the fact that about ninety percent of the letters she got were like that. The saddest part about them, though, was that they always sent her into a down mood for days after reading them.

Amelia, Rosalee, and Harley, on the other hand, were talking about whatever came to mind since their minds were in the wandering state. I attempted to listen every now and then but they had a subject change to often. One minute, they were talking about Puddlemere United, the quidditch team, and the next they were making plans about going to Diagon Alley in the summer to get puffskeins.

"Thompson!" I heard a familiar voice call and I looked around to see Potter and Black walking towards my roommates and I with Pettigrew and Remus trailing not far behind.

"What now?" I asked, slightly annoyed.

They were silent until they reached me. Remus sent me an apologetic look from behind his friends' backs and I developed a bad feeling. Potter and Black could cause lots of trouble with just a few words so it was a justified reaction. What on earth were the two up to?

My friends looked up to study the four boys standing near the group as Black started off, "Well, Thompson, our dear Moony here has something very important to tell you but he just doesn't have the courage to tell you."

Potter jumped in after Black had finished his words, "Moony here told us that he fancies you."

I raised my eyebrows and gave them an unamused expression, "Excuse me?"

"Moony fancies you," Black repeated as if I was too stupid to comprehend what they'd said.

"No need to repeat it, Black," I turned to Remus, "Is this true?"

He gave a slow nod but didn't look to me, as if he were scared I'd start yelling at him.

"Well, that's unexpected," I looked back to my dormmates, who were listening intently, and shooed them away, "I'll fill you all in later, just go!"

They got up and sent me looks that meant 'keep that promise' so I rolled my eyes and nudged Rosalee into going because if she went, they all went. It was just how it worked. She huffed and left, taking the others, well, other two with her. Avery was slower to leave but I didn't mind too much because she was never one to pry.

"I'm sorry, Thompson, but these people just don't know what secrets are and how to keep them," Remus shot a look at his friends.

"Hey, that's the point of friends!" Black defended.

"Lily!" Potter suddenly wheeled around and walked off towards the familiar redhead. She looked exasperated but held her ground as he headed towards her.

"Is he really leaving to go annoy her, now?" I asked.

"He does that a lot," Black replied, "As you should already know."

I hummed, not agreeing or denying Black's claim, as I watched Potter attempt to strike up a conversation with Evans. It didn't seem too successful but it was amusing how he looked kind of stupid as he seemed to grasp for something to say. On the other hand, though, it wasn't very amusing because Evans looked like she was going to hex him if he continued.

"He fancies her, a lot," Black whispered, as if it weren't obvious, "Like how Moony fancies you."

"You know what? This isn't something you should announce for Remus so I'm going to leave and pretend none of this happened because it's something he should tell me himself."

Black shrugged, "All right then, Moony, Wormtail, let's go save Evans from Prongs' torture."

The three of them swept off to be heroic in their Gryffindor way and I ended up not seeing them for the rest of the week.

...

On a nice and sunny Sunday, I was settled outside near the Black Lake with Avery, since I'd decided it was a nice gesture to invite her along since she still seemed to be boiling from her parents' letters. She had brought along a bit of homework to work on while I had an interesting book I'd checked out from the library the previous day.

We were both absorbed in our separate activities that we didn't notice when someone approached us. I only noticed him because his shadow ended up falling on my book so I looked up to see who it was.

To my surprise, it was Remus. He was a light pink but, when he spoke, his words didn't giveaway whatever emotions he was feeling, "Thompson?"

"Yes?" I set aside my book.

"Can I talk to you... please?"

"Yes, of course, Remus," I stood up and followed him as he walked a bit away, towards a tree that offered a bit of shade, "What's up?"

"Well, you know... you know how you said you wouldn't acknowledge that I like you unless I specifically told you myself?" he paused and looked away, "I'm saying it now... I fancy you."

I smiled, "What convinced you?"

"It would've been a lot longer if Sirius and James hadn't given me a 'pep' talk that ended up as a speech about 'where is your inner lion, Remus?'" he scowled then looked back to me, "Here."

I looked down at what he was offering and a surprised smile spread across my face, "Well, I guess what are friends for? And is this the same type of chocolates that I gave you for the first time?"

"Yes," he admitted, looking quite embarrassed.

"Aw, that's sweet of you," I smiled, "I'm so glad I left that chocolate bar because, if I hadn't, you would now be giving me something very different."

He gave a small chuckle and said exactly what I'd been thinking, "I'm so glad it wasn't chocolate hearts."

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(totally didn't purposefully make this 11111... why'd you think that?)

Rewrite is finished! Woo! I'm happy! I like this a lot more than the original and this is definitely the longest of my oneshots by far. Also, something cool, I checked the moon calendar for Thompson's first month at Hogwarts! Meaning her first full moon is accurate. The other mentioned one, however, is not since there's no nailed down time of when it happened, so sorry. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this! Again, original can be found in my bonus book!

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