Before Hogwarts
This is my first time posting any writing, so please don't bite!
Title: Before Hogwarts
Author: Me
Rating: G
Summary: This is my view of Remus and Sirius' lives before they went to Hogwarts or even met.
Words: 921
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Remus, well, he has a muggle mother and a pureblood father. An only child, he’s naturally very awkward with others; however, Remus has something else against him. A rather big something else. He was bitten when he was six years old, poor chap, and his parents have been loving towards him all the same but quite more unwilling to take him out of the Lupin residence. There was a whole five years between the bite and the start of Hogwarts. … A lot can happen in five years.
Remus Lupin was a friendly young boy before his sixth birthday. There were other wizarding families with children his age he’d like to play with, and they all were baffled as to why Remus never played with him after the birthday. They thought they had upset Remus with bad gifts. Remus, though, didn’t want to play with the other children on Vermillion Lane. All day and all night long Remus would stay inside his second-story bedroom reading books and drawing pictures, except those dreaded few days that would inevitably come every month. The full moon. Remus learned to loathe it with all his six-year-old heart knew. Every full moon his parents would isolate him in their basement in a vain attempt to control the destruction his wolf form always wrought. Remus hated his lycanthropy; he was ashamed of it. The three Lupins wanted no one to know-Mr. and Mrs. Lupin because their child would have no future should the public find out, and Remus because of the shame he felt. He knew his parents were sadder than they used to be-before the lycanthropy-and he blamed himself for it all, the whole mess.
The Lupins had been on holiday in Spain. Mrs. Lupin left Remus in her brother’s care, a decision she has always regretted. Remus was down the lane, chasing a kitten he had seen when it happened. As Remus turned into the alley in pursuit of the cat, the tabby morphed into a short dark-haired man. There was something waiting in that alley. A werewolf was lurking in the shadows, ready to pounce on whichever child his partner had lured into the dark alley. And then it happened. Before Remus knew what was going on and why there was a huge scary dog in the alley, he awoke in his home with his mum and dad leaning over him. His dad then turned away to another man and mumbled something. A healer, the man was, Remus could tell by his blue colored robes with the emblem of St. Mungo’s on. Then Remus was unconscious again. When Remus awoke at last, many hours later, he knew something very bad had happened by the look on his mother’s face. The lycanthropy broke her heart, but she would live in trying to hide it. His father explained the previous night’s incident while Mrs. Lupin silently wept. Remus didn’t understand. But oh, how he would come to.
After the bite Remus occupied his time reading all kinds of books. He liked learning about other kinds of people and creatures in the world. He liked learning about muggles and wizarding history. He liked romance stories. He liked adventure stories, especially. Remus never read a horror story. He reasoned that he lived his own quite well enough to not need to read someone else’s.
Sirius’s years before Hogwarts were very different to Remus’. Sirius was one of two children. His younger brother, Regulus, was his parents’ favorite. According to them, Sirius never was the ideal model of a Black. Not proud enough, not proper enough to represent the noble and most ancient house of Black. Sirius, like Andromeda, never fit in too well at home.
When he was five years old, Sirius waved and said hello to a nice looking girl his age at Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlor in Diagon Alley. Mrs. Black slapped him for that, and rushed them onwards and away. Back at Grimmauld Place little Sirius got a very confusing lecture from his father about the people with which Blacks associate - and with whom they most certainly do not.
Sirius enjoyed being a big brother. He enjoyed teaching Regulus how to sneak dessert from the kitchen before dinner. He liked showing Regulus how to sneak about after bedtime. And Sirius especially liked schooling Regulus in the best ways to annoy cousin Bellatrix. As the years went on, however, the less Regulus wanted to play a part in Sirius’ mischief. By the time Sirius was ten his little brother had stopped wanting to trick his cousins and started becoming interested in “purity” and “blood” and whatever other nonsense their parents dragged on and on about. And thus Regulus became the favorite child, the one they bragged to all their friends about. Sirius could hear his mother now, “Oh, Regulus has befriended such-and-such’s little boy now!” or even, “As a matter of fact, Regulus asked us about his lineage just last week! We’re so proud of him!” Sirius was disgusted by all of this. He didn’t yet know what it was all about, but he knew that he didn’t give a house elf’s ear who his great-great-great-great-grand-parents were.
Sirius knew one thing for sure: he was very excited about going to Hogwarts. He’d no longer have to put up with his parents’ silly expectations and he could make friends with whomever he pleased. … Of course, he was also rather eager to stir up trouble away from the watchful eye of Walburga Black.
Title: Before Hogwarts
Author: Me
Rating: G
Summary: This is my view of Remus and Sirius' lives before they went to Hogwarts or even met.
Words: 921
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Remus, well, he has a muggle mother and a pureblood father. An only child, he’s naturally very awkward with others; however, Remus has something else against him. A rather big something else. He was bitten when he was six years old, poor chap, and his parents have been loving towards him all the same but quite more unwilling to take him out of the Lupin residence. There was a whole five years between the bite and the start of Hogwarts. … A lot can happen in five years.
Remus Lupin was a friendly young boy before his sixth birthday. There were other wizarding families with children his age he’d like to play with, and they all were baffled as to why Remus never played with him after the birthday. They thought they had upset Remus with bad gifts. Remus, though, didn’t want to play with the other children on Vermillion Lane. All day and all night long Remus would stay inside his second-story bedroom reading books and drawing pictures, except those dreaded few days that would inevitably come every month. The full moon. Remus learned to loathe it with all his six-year-old heart knew. Every full moon his parents would isolate him in their basement in a vain attempt to control the destruction his wolf form always wrought. Remus hated his lycanthropy; he was ashamed of it. The three Lupins wanted no one to know-Mr. and Mrs. Lupin because their child would have no future should the public find out, and Remus because of the shame he felt. He knew his parents were sadder than they used to be-before the lycanthropy-and he blamed himself for it all, the whole mess.
The Lupins had been on holiday in Spain. Mrs. Lupin left Remus in her brother’s care, a decision she has always regretted. Remus was down the lane, chasing a kitten he had seen when it happened. As Remus turned into the alley in pursuit of the cat, the tabby morphed into a short dark-haired man. There was something waiting in that alley. A werewolf was lurking in the shadows, ready to pounce on whichever child his partner had lured into the dark alley. And then it happened. Before Remus knew what was going on and why there was a huge scary dog in the alley, he awoke in his home with his mum and dad leaning over him. His dad then turned away to another man and mumbled something. A healer, the man was, Remus could tell by his blue colored robes with the emblem of St. Mungo’s on. Then Remus was unconscious again. When Remus awoke at last, many hours later, he knew something very bad had happened by the look on his mother’s face. The lycanthropy broke her heart, but she would live in trying to hide it. His father explained the previous night’s incident while Mrs. Lupin silently wept. Remus didn’t understand. But oh, how he would come to.
After the bite Remus occupied his time reading all kinds of books. He liked learning about other kinds of people and creatures in the world. He liked learning about muggles and wizarding history. He liked romance stories. He liked adventure stories, especially. Remus never read a horror story. He reasoned that he lived his own quite well enough to not need to read someone else’s.
Sirius’s years before Hogwarts were very different to Remus’. Sirius was one of two children. His younger brother, Regulus, was his parents’ favorite. According to them, Sirius never was the ideal model of a Black. Not proud enough, not proper enough to represent the noble and most ancient house of Black. Sirius, like Andromeda, never fit in too well at home.
When he was five years old, Sirius waved and said hello to a nice looking girl his age at Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlor in Diagon Alley. Mrs. Black slapped him for that, and rushed them onwards and away. Back at Grimmauld Place little Sirius got a very confusing lecture from his father about the people with which Blacks associate - and with whom they most certainly do not.
Sirius enjoyed being a big brother. He enjoyed teaching Regulus how to sneak dessert from the kitchen before dinner. He liked showing Regulus how to sneak about after bedtime. And Sirius especially liked schooling Regulus in the best ways to annoy cousin Bellatrix. As the years went on, however, the less Regulus wanted to play a part in Sirius’ mischief. By the time Sirius was ten his little brother had stopped wanting to trick his cousins and started becoming interested in “purity” and “blood” and whatever other nonsense their parents dragged on and on about. And thus Regulus became the favorite child, the one they bragged to all their friends about. Sirius could hear his mother now, “Oh, Regulus has befriended such-and-such’s little boy now!” or even, “As a matter of fact, Regulus asked us about his lineage just last week! We’re so proud of him!” Sirius was disgusted by all of this. He didn’t yet know what it was all about, but he knew that he didn’t give a house elf’s ear who his great-great-great-great-grand-parents were.
Sirius knew one thing for sure: he was very excited about going to Hogwarts. He’d no longer have to put up with his parents’ silly expectations and he could make friends with whomever he pleased. … Of course, he was also rather eager to stir up trouble away from the watchful eye of Walburga Black.