(A/N: Again I must
thank Thing1, Durayan, and Beruna Ford for all their help as well as others in
the chat room. I also must say that
this chapter, as well as several up coming chapters, will contain text written
by JK Rowling and not me. I use it so
that I don’t muddle the story too much, but I do not have permission to do
it. I do not want to get into a copy
write debate and I hope all the readers will understand my reasons for using
the original text. I’m grateful to JKR
for creating such a wonderful character for me to play with…Remus torture!!)
Journey to Hogwarts
A month later, Remus
found himself feeling foolish for accepting the offer. He stood on Platform 9 ¾, looking at the
scarlet steam engine and wondering once again if he were doing the right thing.
After all, how wise was it to place such young students in such close proximity
to a werewolf, even with the Wolfsbane Potion? And how wise was it to employ a teacher
against whom almost all the parents would certainly
He’d arranged to travel
to the school on the Hogwarts Express after checking the moon charts. Two days ago had been a full moon, and Remus
wanted to wait until after the full moon to arrive. One less full moon spent at Hogwarts would be a good thing, he
thought. Dumbledore had actually been
the one to suggest he take the train.
Remus opened his mouth to say that he would have no trouble Apparating
after a good rest, but the quiet and firm look on Dumbledore’s face had stopped
him. Remus realized that what
Dumbledore particularly wanted was an adult on that train who could deal with
any ‘unforeseen events’.
There were so many
students and families running around.
It was easy to spot the first years as they usually had pale faces and stared
with wonder at everything that was going on around them. Actually, that was how Remus imagined he
looked right about now. He was very
nervous, but he couldn’t let anyone of these students know that. It would lessen his credibility, and he was
already teetering on the edge of being credible.
A moment later, he was
gently pushed aside as a family of redheads passed
him, heading for the last car. Remus
watched as they hurried by, caught by the glimpse of one black-haired boy in the bunch.
The boy not only had messy, black hair, but round spectacles, and a face
that was unmistakable. Remus didn’t
need to see a scar to know who the boy was.
Staring at the back of the boy’s head as he followed the red-haired family, Remus felt his heart quicken.
determination, he picked up his briefcase and stepped onto the train. Most of the compartments were full of rowdy
teenagers, but Remus found one at the end that was empty. He packed his briefcase in the compartment
overhead and took a seat next to the window.
Leaning back and shutting his eyes, he couldn’t help but remember his
first time on this train, when he met James and Sirius. How young he had been then.
Thinking of his youth,
Remus Lupin fell asleep.
“Watch where you’re going!”
Remus had almost been knocked down by the other boy, but seeing as how
the other boy was older and much bigger than he was, he didn’t argue.
Dragging his trunk along the passageway, Remus
looked in the compartments one by one, hoping to find a friendly face. There was one compartment filled entirely
with girls, and he felt his face get very hot when one of them said he could
join them. He said thanks, but kept
looking. As he approached a compartment
in the middle, he heard a rather odd popping noise.
“Hang off it, will you! Everyone will hear and you’ll ruin the surprise,” a deep voice
I just wanted to make sure it was still working,” another voice said.
Remus peeked in the compartment and saw two boys
hurriedly trying to hide something.
“What are you doing? Knock next time!” the boy with the deep voice said.
“I’m sorry,” Remus started, “I was just looking
for a place to sit. All the
compartments seem to be full.”
“Oh, well you can join us,” the boy with glasses
said, nodding at the other boy with wide eyes.
The other boy didn’t seem to want Remus to stay, as he was shaking his
head at the boy with glasses, but heaved a deep breath and flopped back in his
“I’m James Potter,” the glasses boy said. He swatted at the other boy and said, “And
this goon is Sirius Black.”
“Remus Lupin, nice to meet you,” he said, sitting
in the seat next to James. He shook
both of the boys’ hands, but Sirius still seemed reluctant to be friendly with
Remus. His handshake was less than
enthusiastic. He can probably sense me,
Remus thought. Most people can tell
that something is wrong. Great, I knew
I shouldn’t have come. I’m just going
to get made fun of again, and I’ll have to go back home. It’s always the same story.
“Er, don’t mind Sirius. He’s just afraid you’ll spoil his fun.” Remus saw the two boys
exchange wicked glances.
“I beg your pardon?” Fun? What were they talking about?
James leaned in close to Remus and explained in a
voice just louder than a whisper, “He’s got a new toy that he wants to try out
on somebody.” James pointed over at
Sirius who had a very innocent look on his face.
“Moi? Would I
play a trick on an unsuspecting individual?”
Remus could see he was hiding something behind his back. “Don’t worry about this,” he said, referring
to whatever it was. “It’s just a new
invention of mine.”
Remus looked from one boy to the other, realizing
that this could really be loads of fun.
“There’s a whole compartment of girls two doors down.” Remus smiled mischievously.
Surprised by the comment, Sirius leaned
forward. “What did you say your name
For a moment, Remus thought that Sirius was going
to knock him down for suggesting it. But instead, he hit Remus on the knee and
said, with a wide grin, “Remus Lupin, eh?
Well you’re my kind of bloke!”
In his drowsy, Remus felt
the train slowing down and coming to a stop.
Surely they hadn’t arrived yet.
He was certain he remembered the ride as being longer. As he drifted back into consciousness, he
heard all sorts of strange voices rummaging around in the compartment. There was a loud thud and two distinct
squeals of pain.
“Who’s that?” a female
“Who’s that?” another voice said.
“Ginny?” the first one
“Hermione?” the second
The voices argued a
moment while trying to find a seat, apparently sitting on one of the boys in
the compartment. Remus had had
enough. If he didn’t do something
quickly, he, too, would be sat upon.
“Quiet!” he said hoarsely.
He had obviously had an
effect on them as none of them were talking anymore. Remus gathered up his hands and magicked a small, blue-flamed
fire in them. He was anxious to find
out what was going on and why they had stopped.
“Stay where you are,” he
told the students in the compartment as he stood up, intending to leave the
compartment. But before he even reached
the door, he had his answer. There in
the doorway stood a dementor.
What ever were they doing here? Dementors were usually only allowed at
Azkaban, and Dumbledore would never allow…
So, the dementors were
searching the train for Black. That
must be the reason for the delay.
Dementors surely wouldn’t be permitted on the train otherwise. It appeared that the security around
Hogwarts was indeed tight this year. A
sudden thought struck Remus. Was Sirius
now looking for Harry? Is that why he
broke out of prison? He cursed himself
for not thinking of it sooner and decided that he had better go and find Harry.
But before he could
leave, he had to get rid of the dementor.
Remus felt the room grow cold at its’ presence and decided that the
students need not be subjected to it any longer. His own mind had begun racing, the sound of a wolf chasing
him. He had to get the dementor out of
here before it started to affect everyone too deeply. But at that moment, one of the boys suddenly fell to the floor
with a thud, obviously overcome with the effect of the dementor. Remus looked down at him, and, for the first
time, realized with whom he was sharing a compartment.
It was Harry.
The dementor was
affecting Harry badly and Remus understood why. He had to get that thing out of the compartment quickly. Stepping over Harry, he approached the
dementor and said, “None of us is hiding Sirius Black under our cloaks. Go.”
The dementor didn’t move. Remus
pointed his wand at the dementor, and muttered “Expecto Patronum!” A brilliant, silvery-white Patronus
shot out of the end of his wand, sending the dementor away from the
Remus turned back towards
the rest of the students. They were all
looking very pale, and the little redheaded girl in the corner was shaking very
badly. But his main concern was Harry,
who was still lying on the floor.
The lanterns flickered
back on, and the train slowly began to move again. One of the girls had bent down next to Harry and was slapping the
side of his face, trying to wake him up.
Remus, however, knew that what Harry needed was a large piece of
chocolate. He felt in his robes and
brought out a large bar he had with him just as Harry opened his eyes.
“Are you okay?” the tall
red-haired boy asked.
“Yeah,” said Harry,
looking around. “What happened? Where’s that thing? Who screamed?”
had heard someone scream? Remus
couldn’t help but be concerned at what Harry had just heard in his mind and
wondered if it had anything to do with James and Lily.
“No one screamed,”the
tall boy explained.
“But I heard screaming…”
Remus needed to lighten
the air of the compartment. With a snap
the chocolate chunk was in pieces.
“Here,” he said, handing a rather large portion to Harry. “Eat it.
“What was that
thing?” Harry asked him as he handed
out pieces to the other students.
“A dementor. One of the dementors of Azkaban.”
Five sets of eyes were
now staring up at him, and no one was eating the chocolate. He put the wrapper in his pocket and looked
around at them. Harry’s green eyes
shone brightly, and Remus held his breath at the sight of them. Remus felt suddenly nervous.
“Eat,” he finally
said. “It’ll help.” Remus needed a moment to himself and made up
an excuse. “I need to speak to the
driver, excuse me…”
He stepped out into the
corridor and leaned up against the wall when he was out of sight. Shutting his eyes, he took a deep
breath. James’ face filled his mind.
James…he looks just like you…he thought. Remus had known Harry as a baby and they had all known then that
Harry resembled his father, with Lily’s big green eyes. But nothing had prepared Remus for
this. It was like looking into the face
of a friend he had thought he would never again see.
But then it occurred to
him that Harry had probably never seen James’ face at all. Did he realize how much he looked like his
father? Remus ran his fingers over his
eyes and back towards his temples. Oh
God, all the stories he could tell Harry about James. All the information that Remus had on James would probably be a
treasure to Harry, who had never had the chance to know him. But the thought of going back in there and
telling all this to Harry frightened him a bit. To explain his relationship with James would mean explaining his
relationship with Sirius and Peter. And
once all that was information was given, Harry would inevitably ask about his
parents’ death. How could he ever
explain something that he himself didn’t understand? Besides, it wasn’t really his place to tell Harry all of that,
was it? But who else knew James as well
as Remus did? Oh, that one was
Remus ran his fingers
though his hair, trying to block these thoughts from his mind. Going to the front of the train, he asked
the driver how long it would be until they arrived and if he could please use
one of the owls on board. Remus quickly
attached a note about the dementor and Harry’s condition to the owl and sent it
off to Hogwarts. Once Remus had an
answer on the arrival time, he returned to the compartment, eager to check on
Harry. He made up his mind that he wouldn’t
mention Lily and James unless Harry asked.
Yes, that would be best.
Remus looked around at
the students and decided that the red-haired boy and girl must be brother and
sister, but he didn’t recognize any of them.
He also noticed that none of the chocolate had been consumed. “I haven’t poisoned that chocolate, you
know…” he said, trying not to smile too widely at them, amused at their
caution, almost as if his youthful reputation had preceded him.
Everyone began nibbling
on their pieces, slowly at first, but more rapidly as they began to feel
better. “We’ll be at Hogwarts in ten
minutes.” Without even thinking, Remus
asked, “Are you all right, Harry?”
As soon as it left his
mouth, Remus felt badly. He should have
introduced himself, and certainly not have called Harry by his first name
without explaining how he knew who he was, first. Remus had the feeling he was now going to have to explain all
about Lily and James and how he knew them.
Perfect, he thought. Didn’t
you just decide not to go into all this?
But Harry didn’t seem to
mind that Remus knew his name. He just
said, “Fine,” and looked slightly embarrassed.
Remus took his seat by
the window and thought for a moment.
Certainly Harry was used to people recognizing him…he had that dreadful
scar on his forehead after all. Remus
eyed him a few times as they approached Hogsmeade station, still stunned at the
resemblance he shared with James.
As they all left the
train and Harry and his friends went off to get into their carriages, Remus
couldn’t help but smile to himself. It
was as if James were still alive. If
“Professor!” a great
burly voice boomed. “Professor
Lupin!” It was Hagrid, waving and
signaling Remus to come over to him.
“Hagrid! How are you?” Remus asked as great drops of rain fell on him.
“Wet! And I got to take
the firs’ years ‘cross the lake yet!”
Hagrid was indeed a wet mess.
“What a dreadful journey
to make this evening!” he said with a slight chuckle.
“Lucky fur you,
Dumbledore sent ‘is personal carriage t’ bring you up to th’ castle.” Hagrid pointed to a very fine coach at the
head of the line and Remus, thanking Hagrid, set off to take shelter in the