Okay, here's the first chapter. I've been working on this for awhile,
writing it in a notebook, and the chapters aren't very long. Sorry if this
disappoints anyone. I've never been one for long chapters. I can just never
seem to pull it off. They get dragged out and pitiful. So I hope you like
this all right. Anyway, like the have disclaimer said, I own no one from
the Harry Potter stories. I don't own Hogwarts, the Shrieking Shack, or
anyother place, person, thing, idea from the books. They all belong to J.K.
Rowling. Lucky woman. I'm NOT writing this to make any kind of profit,
unless reviews and a boost to my self-confidence level count as profit. Now
onto the first chapter!
Chapter 1
Remus' POV
Like many people, I have my secrets. For one, I am a wizard. I live in a wizarding community in England. I go to a wizarding school and learn magic. Also, I am a werewolf. Not many people know about this. The only ones who know are my parents, Headmaster Dumbledore, my teachers, and the three best friends that anyone could ever ask for: James Potter, Peter Pettigrew, and Sirius Black. But none of them know about my deepest, darkest secret. None of them know that I am gay.
I have taken great pains to keep my homosexuality hidden. This is something I can never tell anyone. What would they do? What would they say? Would my parents disown me? Would the entire school ostracize me? With those thoughts haunting my every waking moment, I'm not too keen to find out.
For years I have lived with this and not worried. In fact, it wasn't until this year, the beginning of my sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardary, that I have even considered this a problem. This year, I fell in love.
Why must my life be cursed so? Why did I have to fall for the most handsome, clever, wonderful, sixteen-year-old boy I had ever encountered? And why, oh why, did he have to be my best friend?
I look at the sky and ask these questions of God every night. Obviously someone up there thinks it's humorous to toy with my life. I think that they have a rotten sense of humor and they are a complete nutter. Can't they find someone else to pick on? Well, considering that the strap to my brand-new booksack just ripped and all of it's contents spilled all over the hallway and I'm already late to class, I guess they don't have anyone else to pick on.
I sigh as I bend down to pick up my supplies. Footsteps sound behind me and I just know that I am about to be handed a detention. I am a prefect! I can't get detention! I am going to be in so much trouble! Oh, I wish James and the others are here! They had offered to walk with me but I had told them to go on without me. Now I was all alone. Great.
"Oh, hey, Moony," said the person behind me. They bent down to help me finish gathering my homework papers. I had long-since frozen in place. Oh, God. . . It was him!
Chapter 1
Remus' POV
Like many people, I have my secrets. For one, I am a wizard. I live in a wizarding community in England. I go to a wizarding school and learn magic. Also, I am a werewolf. Not many people know about this. The only ones who know are my parents, Headmaster Dumbledore, my teachers, and the three best friends that anyone could ever ask for: James Potter, Peter Pettigrew, and Sirius Black. But none of them know about my deepest, darkest secret. None of them know that I am gay.
I have taken great pains to keep my homosexuality hidden. This is something I can never tell anyone. What would they do? What would they say? Would my parents disown me? Would the entire school ostracize me? With those thoughts haunting my every waking moment, I'm not too keen to find out.
For years I have lived with this and not worried. In fact, it wasn't until this year, the beginning of my sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardary, that I have even considered this a problem. This year, I fell in love.
Why must my life be cursed so? Why did I have to fall for the most handsome, clever, wonderful, sixteen-year-old boy I had ever encountered? And why, oh why, did he have to be my best friend?
I look at the sky and ask these questions of God every night. Obviously someone up there thinks it's humorous to toy with my life. I think that they have a rotten sense of humor and they are a complete nutter. Can't they find someone else to pick on? Well, considering that the strap to my brand-new booksack just ripped and all of it's contents spilled all over the hallway and I'm already late to class, I guess they don't have anyone else to pick on.
I sigh as I bend down to pick up my supplies. Footsteps sound behind me and I just know that I am about to be handed a detention. I am a prefect! I can't get detention! I am going to be in so much trouble! Oh, I wish James and the others are here! They had offered to walk with me but I had told them to go on without me. Now I was all alone. Great.
"Oh, hey, Moony," said the person behind me. They bent down to help me finish gathering my homework papers. I had long-since frozen in place. Oh, God. . . It was him!