AU! No magic or Hogwarts! Future WOLFSTAR! (they are juniors)

Starts Lupin POV, after winter holidays

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Remus stepped slowly through the gates into his new highschool. All around, happy kids rushed forward with their friends. All the motion made Remus' head hurt. It was too much to take in.

Remus sighed. Homeschooling had been so much easier.

Looking at his class schedule, Remus saw that he had math first. The class, taught by a woman named Professor McGonagall, was in Hall 7 (whatever that meant). Looking around, Remus began to panic. He couldn't be late on the first day!

Luckily, Remus stumbled upon the correct hall and collapsed into an empty seat ten minutes early. He looked around the classroom.

In the corner, a greasy, black-haired boy sat with a pale boy, snickering. For a second, the black-haired kid looked across the room, and his expression showed pain before his mask reappeared. Following the kid's gaze, Remus saw a red-haired girl talking with a boy in glasses. She was really very pretty, and the messy-haired guy in glasses obviously couldn't agree more.

However, the girl turned away from the boy quickly, disgusted. Remus was surprised to see that she was coming towards him.

"Hi," the pretty girl said. "I'm Lily Evans. You must be new."

Uncomfortably, Remus nodded. "Yeah. I'm Remus Lupin."

"Things must be so hard for you," Lily responded. She seemed to really mean it, surprisingly. "I can help you out a bit, if you want."

Help. Remus knew that he didn't deserve help. "I'm fine."

Lily sighed. "All right. Well, if you change your mind, I'm always here. And I'm sure Sna—" her voice faltered as she sadly looked over to the greasy-haired kid laughing at some poor kid. Lily tried again. "I'm sure James, Sirius, and Peter could help you."

She pointed over at the messy-haired guy, who was now standing with his two friends.

Remus nodded. "Thanks. I'll keep that in mind."

Lily smiled before walking over to her own friends right as the bell rang.

Professor McGonagall walked in. She looked strict, but didn't seem to be harsh. "Today, we will be reviewing our tests," she began.

However, the teacher didn't get far before she was interrupted by a large groan. Remus looked over. One of James' friends—the lanky one with shoulder-length hair and leather jacket—was lounging back, looking utterly disgusted.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Black," Professor McGonagall said. Remus noticed that the boy flinched slightly at the name. Curious. McGonagall continued. "But was there something you wanted to share with the class?"

The guy, seeing that his teacher wasn't kidding around, sat up quickly. "Um, no, Professor."

"Are you sure? Because I wouldn't mind you doing the work in detention."

"No, I'm being completely—" the guy paused, smirking at James—"serious."

Remus didn't get the joke. He supposed that this 'serious' joke must be related to some kind of memory with James and his friends.

However, many kids in the class snickered. Black (Remus still didn't know his first name) high-fived a laughing James. A pudgy kid sitting behind James looked on admirably. It seemed these kids were pretty popular.

Only a few people weren't laughing. Lily was rolling her eyes and muttering to her friends. The greasy guy looked on disdainfully. And Professor McGonagall looked like she was ready to spew fire.

"Detention, Mr. Black."

Black stopped laughing, a horrified expression coming over his face. "But Professor…my parents…"

"Will definitely be notified."

James' face turned into a thundercloud. "But, Professor…it was just a harmless joke! It didn't deserve a detention!" he called out.

"And suddenly, you think you should be the teacher, Mr. Potter?" the stern math teacher challenged.

James, seeing that his friend's face was not changed, defiantly called out, "Yeah. I know I'm smarter than, like, everyone here!" Lily rolled her eyes again.

Professor McGonagall was not pleased. "Are you serious?"

Without missing a beat, James turned mock hurt. "Professor!" he whined. "We're halfway through the school year! You should know by now…"-pointing at himself, James continued—"James,"—pointing at Black—"Sirius. You can't still be mixing us up!"

Remus noticed that one half of Black's mouth—or, he guessed, Sirius'—was turned up by his friend's antics.

McGonagall was the exact opposite. "Detention, Mr. Potter! I will not tolerate disrespect! I will see both you and Mr. Black tonight!" Turning to the class, she added, "Well, now that our math class has been disrupted, I think we should make that a tutoring session for both boys. Does anyone understand the material we've been working on?"

Flipping through the math book, Remus only saw math he had learned. Hesitantly raising his hand, he was surprised to see that no one else's hands were up.

Professor McGonagall looked relieved. "You can come tutor Mr. Black and Mr. Potter tonight."

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So….how will tutoring go? What is Remus hiding? And why would James go to such length to stand up for his friend?

Answers to those questions and more—coming up in the next chapter!

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