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Chapter 1 : The Story Begins
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“I can’t believe he talked me into coming back,” Remus said to himself as he slowly unpacked his things. “Soon Dumbledore will receive all the letters from parents about letting me come back to teach. I’m a werewolf for heavens sake and this time it isn’t a secret. None of the parents are going to be very happy.
“They’re all going to think that I might bite or worse, kill one of their children,” Remus said hanging a robe up in the closet. “If Snape makes a mistake on the Wolfsbane potions then I might accidentally bite a student.”
Remus turned and looked out the window. His office had a view over the lake.
“I can’t believe he talked me into coming back.” Remus shook his head dejectedly. “I need to go to the kitchens and get some very strong coffee.”
Remus turned on his heel and walked out of the office. Behind him was half his belongings still laid out messily on the bed.
Less then five minutes after Remus left there was a knock at his door.
“Professor Lupin,” Harry called. Harry opened the door to find the room empty. “Oh well. I’ll come see him tomorrow instead.”
Harry turned to leave but something caught his eye among the half unpacked items laid on the bed. It shone silver in the sun.
“It’s a pensive,” Harry whispered moving closer. “A very small one”
Harry looked at it closely. It was exactly the same as the one in Dumbledore’s office except only half it’s size. Inside he could see the little figures of Remus’s memories running around. He was about to turn away when something caught his eye. Inside the basin he could just see a redheaded witch sitting in the Griffindor common room. It was his mum.
Harry paused. The last time he had gone into someone else’s memory he ended up having jars thrown at his head. But this was different. This was his mother. He didn’t know much about her. He only new what people had told him about her. Just once he would love to see what she was really like.
He reached out and let his finger touch the silvery substance inside. Within a second he could feel himself being pulled into the pensive.
When he opened his eyes again he was back in the Griffindor Common room. He turned around to see his mother. She was sitting on the couch with her knees pulled up to her chest. He face was hidden but he could see her shoulders shaking. She was crying.
Harry walked over to quickly. She didn’t look up.
“Of course she wouldn’t,” Harry said to himself. “I’m invisible.”
Then Harry thought of something. If this was Remus’s memory then Remus must be around here somewhere. Harry looked around. Over in a dark corner of the common room he saw him. A younger looking Remus was hidden in the shadows so Lily didn’t even notice him. He just watched Lily sadly.
“What are you doing Remus,” Harry said softly knowing that Remus wouldn’t be able to hear him. “Why are you just standing there watching her? Why can’t you comfort her or something”?
“Because I didn’t trust her,” A voice said from behind Harry.
Harry spun around. Behind him stood the real Remus.
“I- I’m sorry Professor- I didn’t mean…” Harry began.
Remus held up his hand to silence Harry. “I don’t blame you Harry so please stop apologising”
Harry stopped. He looked back at his mother who was still crying.
“Why didn’t you trust her,” Harry began. “She is really upset.”
“At the time I thought it was all an act,” Remus said sadly. “I didn’t think that she was really upset. Otherwise I would have comforted her straight away.”
“I don’t understand,” Harry said. “Why would she want to act upset. What happened”?
“It’s a long story Harry,” Remus said turning away. “You wouldn’t want to hear it. Anyway, it’s all in the past now. It doesn’t matter.”
“Yes it does,” Harry said. “Please tell me.”
Remus looked back at Harry with a slight smile on his lips. “You’re not going to give up are you”?
Harry shook his head.
“Your as stubborn as your mother,” Remus said. “Fine then. Come back up to my room and I’ll tell you.”
Remus reached out and touched Harry’s arm. Harry felt himself rising and a second later they where standing back in Remus’s room.
“Sit down Harry,” Remus said indicating to a chair. “This could turn into a long story…”
A/N: I know this is a short first chapter. I promise I’ll write a longer one next time.
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