Remus's eyes flutter open, feeling the breeze creeping through the windows and throw itself onto his body. He swings his body across the outskirts of his bed, throwing himself off of it, practically.

Today seems like every other day, until he remembers: Hogwarts. He bolts down the stairs, excited as ever.

His father and mother greet him downstairs, probably still cringing at his lycanthropy after six years of his infection. Breakfast was somewhat normal. Lyall Lupin kept staring at his son for no apparent reason, causing Remus to eat his food, feeling as if he is under a microscope. Hope Lupin looks at Remus sympathetically, feeling incredibly sorry for the young boy's tragedy.

"Are you excited?" Hope asks, realizing the question had flew over her son's head, "You know, for school?"

Remus became awake again, his thoughts turning back to reality. I nod. "Of course!" he exclaims eagerly.

"You're lucky you even get to go to Hogwarts," his father mutters under his breath as he focuses on his food.

Lyall can be a bit cruel at times, failing to examine the true properties of what a human being should be. Hope tried to make up for her husband's cruelty, but both she and her son know that one right doesn't overlap a wrong.

Remus's heart drops, acting as if he doesn't even notice, but he does. It hurts him; seeing his parents so distraught about something that they inenvertenly caused.

The Lupin family quickly finishes breakfast, then they Floo to King's Cross Station.

Remus looked at the station with more awe than he had ever felt before. His mind was taken off what the other kids would think of him if they found out and was focused on what adventures he could have at Hogwarts. He takes his trunk, along with his cart filled with stuff, and runs into the brick wall dividing platforms 9 and 10.

"REMUS!" His mother calls from behind him.

Remus ponders for a second. "Where am I?" he asks himself as his eyes turn 360 degrees, scanning the platform.

Remus sees many wands, cats, toads, and owls, being secured in their cages just before they and their owners board the Hogwarts Express.

"Remus John Lupin," his father mutters coldly under his breath.

The young boy turns around, facing his father, and looking him dead in the eye.

"You're lucky you get to attend school. Thank Dumbledore for me," Lyall practically announces, studying his son's light brown hair and scarred appearance.

Remus nods, not needing a reminder of how lucky he was. He knows, deep down, that he is one of the most unlucky boys in the world, being infected with lycanthropy as a five-year-old.

"Write us?" His mother asks, like every parent's supposed to.

Remus nods. "Sure I'll write you," Remus thinks to himself, feeling quite detached from his entire family.

Hope throws her arms around Remus, something the young boy never expected to happen. He stands for a minute, paralyzed from shock, before hugging his mother back. Hope pulls away, leaving Lyall to say goodbye to his son. His father pats his shoulder quickly, tending slightly, not wanting to infect the large gashes that magic couldn't heal.

The train whistle blows, piercing through their ears.

"Goodbye, Remus," Hope says, giving her son a warm smile.

Remus smiles in reply, just before saying, "Goodbye, Mum."

Remus sprints onto the train with his stuff, filled to the bone with excitement. He then walks through the train, intimidated by the large number of people in each cart, looking for an empty cart. After what seemed like endless searching, Remus finds a cart, close to empty, with two people sitting on a bench: a short girl with fiery red hair and piercing green eyes sitting next to a slightly taller boy with greasy black hair. He smiles, thinking this is where he should sit.

He takes a seat on the empty bench, wondering if Professor Dumbledore even paid attention to his lycanthropy before sending him a Hogwarts acceptance letter. His body still aches all over from the transformation two days prior, blanketing his left forearm and right leg with cuts, causing immense pain, along with his right shoulder.

"Should we become friends with him or kick him out?" Remus hears from the back of the cart.

Remus turns around, trying not to make the boys notice him; both are tall and good-looking. One has long, black hair and a pronounced jaw; the other is slightly shorter with short, dark brown hair and looks like he has better hygiene.

"I dunno, let's see what he's like," the slightly shorter guy says.

"Hello, I hear you're talking about me," Remus says quietly, but just loud enough for the two other boys to hear.

Both tall boys grow silent.

"Er," the taller one says, scratching his messy, curly mop of black hair.

He laughs to himself, wondering if he ever brushes his mop of hair. The other boy he saw didn't have much better hair, as it stuck out in all directions, and has probably never been brushed in his life.

"Which house will you be sorted into?" The brown-haired boy asks, looking Remus directly in the eye.

"I don't know," he replies honestly, focusing more on the probability that he will hurt someone else, "You?"

"I'm a Gryffindoor, the house of the brave and pride!" the brown-haired boy exclaims.

"Wow," Remus thought, "Now, that's arrogance."

Remus's mind was swirling in all directions, wondering how he could possibly be talking the Sorting Hat with a boy he just met, rather than doing the traditional conversation starters. Remus still didn't know their names!

"My family's been in Slytherin for generations," the black-haired boy responds, running his unclean hands through his messy black hair.

The brown-haired boy gasps, knocking his left fist on the wooden table of the train cart. Everyone in the train cart stares at him. "I thought you were sane!"

The black-haired boy laughs, resembling a dog, "That doesn't mean I'll be a Slytherin, you know. I might break tradition."

The brown-haired boy rolls his eyes, making his hatred for Slytherin house known to the rest of the cart.

"Lily, I hope you become a Slytherin like me," the greasy haired boy says from the other side of the cart.

Lily, what Remus inferred is her name, nods, "I don't know what house I'll be in. I'm worried about Petunia, she despises me."

"She'll come around," the greasy-haired boy replies, "She's your sister.

Lily shakes her head. "I surely hope so."

"I hope you become a Slytherin though," the greasy haired boy says.

Both of the tall boys laugh loudly, causing Remus to squirm a tiny bit. His hearing was superb because of his lycanthropy, better than a normal human's hearing would be. The random strangers Remus had just met seem energetic, bubbly, and extremely loud.

"You really want such a pretty girl to be in Slytherin?" the brown-haired boy asks, "You want her to turn out insane like you?"

The greasy haired boy walks towards them, his eyes landing on the boy who teased him. "Hey! I'm going to be a Slytherin and I'm perfectly sane!"

"There's no way a Slytherin can be sane! They're all f*cking dark sorcerers!" the brown-haired boy exclaims, making his opinions known.

The black-haired boy laughs loudly, again resembling a dog in pitch.

Lily walks up to the greasy haired boy, "Let's find another cart, Severus."

Lily and Severus, the greasy-haired boy, exit the cart.

"No one cares about Slytherins, Snivellus!" the brown-haired boy exclaims.

Remus knew the brown-haired boy had taken it a few steps too far. The brown-haired boy shouldn't have been nearly as mean to Severus as he was; Slytherins are people too. Remus began thinking, "What if he found out about my lycanthropy? He'd be worse to me than to Severus."

"Hey, calm down. I'm not saying my family's sane, but I'm saying I might be a Slytherin," the black-haired boy says, obviously slightly irritated by the actions of the other boy.

The other boy rolls his eyes, "Blimey, I thought you were sane."

"I might break tradition, you never know," the black-haired boy retorts with a scoff, looking the other boy dead in the eye.

All three of the boys crack up laughing.

"What is your name?" The brown-haired boy asks.

"I'm Remus. What about you guys?" Remus asks, not wanting to point to them while addressing them.

"I'm Sirius," the black-haired boy says, again running his hand through his mop of hair.

"I'm James," the brown-haired boy says right after Sirius finishes, cracking his knuckles.

Remus nods, glad to finally know their names. He didn't know if he would ever get their names.

James looks longingly out the cart at Lily. "The red head is so pretty," James immediately pitches in.

"Didn't you just see her? Isn't this the first time you've ever seen her?" Remus asks, questioning James's newly found romance.

James nods. "Doesn't mean she's not pretty."

Sirius and Remus laugh. They both know this will turn into a hopeless crush.

"Snivelly is the devil," James snorts.

"You've just met the guy," Remus thinks to himself, "How can someone's inner Satan come out within 10 minutes of meeting them?"

Remus smiles. "Must've been born 7 July, must've!"

"Why 7 July?" Sirius asks.

"Isn't seven an unlucky number? That's why 6 was freaked out because 7 ate nine?" Remus asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh," Sirius responds almost immediately, looking Remus in the eye.

The train starts shifting from one side to another, all the students' trunks shifting to one side of our carts to the other within seconds. Sirius loses his balance and slides into James, who catches him with open arms. Remus holds on tightly to the railing beside him, barely managing to hold on, as they go to Hogwarts. When he looks outside the window, the train tracks are taking dramatic twists and turns around the scenery surrounding them.

"Blimey!" James exclaims, holding onto the side of the train.

Sirius laughs so loudly it almost collapses Remus's eardrums, his laughs echoing through the entire cart.

Soon enough, the twisting and turning comes to a halt.

"FIRS' YEARS, THIS WAY!" a giant exclaims from outside the train.

All of the students shuffle out of the train, one by one, grabbing their trunks and rushing towards the giant. Soon enough, Remus follows them, but in a less excited manner than the others. Remus walks towards the giant, his trunk and wand in his two bare hands, almost tripping on his robes while walking on the brick paths of Hogwarts.

Right off the bat, he notices an older, platinum-haired Slytherin boy snickering at the giant.

"That immature git; he can't stand people who are different from himself. I'll keep my eye on that kid; he needs to shape the f*ck up. He's such a prejudiced git, I can already tell! And he's wearing a prefect badge, something I cannot believe! How can such a git become a prefect!" Remus thinks, ready to go on a ranting spree.

"REMUS!" Sirius exclaims, clapping his hands in front of Remus's face, "EARTH TO REMUS!"

Remus still stands motionless, examining the git.

"REMUS F*CKING WHATEVER THE H*LL YOUR LAST NAME IS!" Sirius exclaims, hitting him in the head with a textbook.

"What do you want?" he asks groggily, his voice somehow partially lost.

Sirius pulls him over to where the giant has now walked to on the other side of the path. "You were just too caught up in your thoughts, huh?"

Remus refuses to answer his new friend and keeps walking behind the giant, until they arrive in this great hall, with a hat sitting on the table at the front end of the hall, with all the first years lined up, ready to be sorted. Sirius pushes Remus towards them. A few names are called by the Sorting Hat, waiting until he finds one that he recognizes.

"BLACK, SIRIUS!" the hat exclaims.

"He's from the House Of Black. There's no doubt he'll be in Slytherin," Remus thought to himself as Sirius walked towards the stage.

Sirius hoped and prayed that he would break tradition, hoping that things will be better for him than for his cousins. A lady places the hat on top of his head. The Sorting Hat realizes Sirius's bravery right off the bat.

"GRYFFINDOOR!" the hat exclaims.

The entire room is silent, in complete shock. Sirius smiles, looking down at Remus with an iconic smirk plastered across his face.

"Knew it," Sirius mutters as he walks off the stage.

"EVANS, LILY!" the hat exclaims loudly.

The fiery red headed girl walks up to the stage.

"GRYFFINDOOR!" The hat bellows.

The crowd cheers as she walks off the stage. Remus notices that Severus stares at Lily longingly, as if he loves her deeply.

"Poor Severus," Remus thought.

"LUPIN, REMUS!" The Hat eventually calls, watching him as he walks up to the stage.

His fingers instantly begin fidgeting, hoping the hat doesn't find out about his lycanthropy.

"GRYFFINDOOR!" the hat exclaims when it reaches his head, just before he walks off to join the Gryffindoor table.

"MALFOY, PANDORA!" the hat exclaims, watching Pandora walk up to the stand, "RAVENCLAW!"

The entire room gasps in shock. First, the Blacks, then Pandora Malfoy. Pandora walks off the stand and joins the shocked Ravenclaws.

"PETTIGREW, PETER!" the hat exclaims.

A short guy with mousy brown hair and pointed features walks up to the stand, obviously slumping. Remus feels sorry for Peter, knowing that he needs some friends.

"Please, Gryffindoor, please!" Peter mumbles under his breath.

Remus feels quite sorry for the guy. Peter looks like the epitome of cowardice and anxiety. Poor guy.

After about 5 minutes, the hat yells, "GRYFFINDOOR!"

"Potter, James!" the hat exclaims.

"I'm going to be in Gryffindoor, the house of the brave!" Remus mocks to himself.

"GRYFFINDOOR!" the hat exclaims.

James smirks at Sirius and walks towards Gryffindoor table, sitting next to Remus.

"PREWITT, CECILIA!" the Sorting Hat exclaims.

The Prewitts are also a pureblood family, but much more humane than the Blacks. Most of them aren't prejudiced against Muggles. Remus is expecting Cecilia to be put in Gryffindoor.

Cecilia Prewitt walks up to the stage, watching everyone notice her red hair and deep blue eyes. Cecilia is fair-skinned and definitely not the tallest, standing at around four foot ten. The lady places a hat on the new student.

As soon as the hat touches her head, it yells, "GRYFFINDOOR!"

Cecilia sits beside Lily at the Gryffindoor table.

"Snape, Severus!" the hat yells.

After he pleads to be in Gryffindoor, he gets put in Slytherin. Remus feels sorry for him, hearing James and Sirius snicker at the mention of Severus's name.

Remus looks at Severus sympathetically, noticing that Severus liked Lily in a more-than-friendly way at the sheer age of eleven. Remus hopes desperately that James and Sirius won't give Severus a hard time in school.

Soon enough, the Sorting ceremony is over.

"FIRST YEARS!" the Gryffindoor prefect exclaims, then the new Gryffindoors walk up to the Gryffindoor dormitory.

******

A/N:

I tried my best. I'm so sorry if this isn't very good, I'm not the best writer.

Yes, this will include most of the Marauders' years at Hogwarts, as much as I can fit into one book.

Thank you so much and happy reading!

Mischief Managed.
~RaddestPotterhead