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The Chronicles of a Werewolf	By : Lupine9 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1266 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer:
I do not own anything. Mrs. J.K. Rowling
owns ALL OF IT!! �Cept the plot. Muahaha!

This is a story about the Marauders. That�s right, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew,
Sirius Black, & James Potter. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, & Prongs. The Marauders! This story will also contain SLASH!! MALE / MALE
RELATIONSHIP!!!! The lovely couple
will be Remus & Sirius. No Like, No Want,
No Read!

Those of you who DO like Slashy Yummy-ness,
you may scroll down for the first chapter!

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The Chronicles of a Werewolf

Chapter Two:

Thin
Gold Band

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Harry looked around the large entry way as
Remus closed the front door behind him.
The young Gryffindor could hear the werewolf locking the numerous bolts
and casting and locking charm as well.
Surprisingly, the house was eerily silent. He couldn�t hear anyone or anything. His green eyes quickly flashed to the wall
that held Sirius� mother�s portrait only to find the wall bare.

�Where�d the painting go?� Harry asked quietly as he set his belongings
onto the ground.

�I managed to get it off a few days
ago.� Remus said grimly. �Hagrid helped
of course. He literally ripped it from
the wall.�

Harry could see the large gash in the wall
where the painting had been stuck.
�Well, at least it�s gone.�

�Yes.�
The older Gryffindor nodded. �Along with the filthy House-Elves.�

The dark haired boy spun his head quickly
to the hallway and sure enough, the numerous elf heads were gone. His eyes narrowed dangerously however. �What about Kreacher?� Harry asked softly.

Remus scowled as well. �I got rid of him as soon as I moved in. We couldn�t exactly free him because he would
have run straight to Bellatrix so we� er� disposed
of him in a different way.�

Harry smiled grimly. �Good.� He looked around again. �So where is everyone?�

�We�re the only ones here.� The wolfish
Marauder answered. �It�s going to be
like that for a couple weeks at least.
We�ll have a few visits now and then, but not permanently.�

The two Gryffindor�s headed up the narrow
stairs to the bedrooms. �You�ll be in
the same room as before.� Remus said as
they neared the door on the right.

Harry pushed the door open and walked into
the dimly lit room. Instead of the two
beds from when Harry and Ron had shared the room, there was only one. Other then that, the room
looked exactly the same. The same
wardrobe and the same blank painting which belonged to Phineas Nigellus.

The young Gryffindor sighed and set his
trunk on the floor at the foot of his bed.
Harry sat on the edge of the soft downy mattress and looked at the dusty
wooden floor. Everything here reminded
him of Sirius.

Harry jumped slightly as the bed beside him
sank slightly. Remus had joined him on
the bed.

�I know it�s hard
Harry.� Remus said thickly. �I know exactly what you are going through
and I want you to know that I am here to talk to. I will listen.�

A knot formed in Harry�s throat. �You have no idea what it�s like! To lose so many people! To have all their deaths be
you fault!�

Harry immediately regretted what he said,
but before he could apologize, Remus had stood up and was looking down at the
young Gryffindor with tears in his eyes.

�Do not think for a minute that you are the
only one who has lost someone you love, Harry!�
The older man took a deep breath and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, they were slightly
red, but the tears were gone. �You can
rest for a couple hours; I�ll be downstairs cleaning up. When you have decided to act more mature,
more your age, we can talk.� The
werewolf turned towards the hallway and was about to close the door when his
shoulders slumped slightly and he turned to face Harry once more. �I brought you here so we could cheer each
other up and get to know one another. I
hope you will come to understand.�

The raven haired teenager crumpled into a
heap on his bed as the door shut softly.
How could he have spoken so rudely to Lupin? He knew perfectly well that the werewolf had
lost just as many people, if not more, then Harry had.

�But
what did he mean by, �I hope you will come to understand?�� He thought. �Does
he mean that he wants me to understand the pain of losing someone? Or maybe he wants me to understand how to be
mature.� Harry closed his eyes. That didn�t make sense.

Deep steady breathing could soon be heard
in the small room as the Boy-Who-Lived fell into a fitful sleep. A certain tawny haired werewolf stood outside
the room, back against the door with his head bowed as silent tears rolled down
his handsome face.

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Harry didn�t wake until the next
morning. The smell of burning pancakes
drifting up from the kitchen wafted to his nostrils. The Boy-Who-Lived peeked
his head out from under the thick blankets, he squinted. Someone had removed his glasses sometime
during the night.

He sat up and placed the thick frames onto
his nose. Rubbing the sleep from his
eyes, Harry grabbed a jumper and opened the door. He scratched the back of his head nervously
as he descended the stairs. How was he
going to be able to face Lupin after last night?

The young Gryffindor didn�t have long to
linger on that thought as the subject of his musings stepped into his vision
carrying a tray of very black pancakes and butter.

Remus looked up and jumped slightly. �Ah!� He said with a smile, but Harry could
see that his friend�s eyes were slightly puffy.
�He was crying?� �I was just coming up to wake you, we�re
having pancakes!� As if to emphasise his
point he raised the tray slightly.

�Er, smells good.� Harry said with a small grin as he followed
the Marauder into the kitchen.

Sensing his sarcasm, Remus laughed lightly.
�Yes, well, I was never good at cooking.
I never have guests.�

�Obviously.�

�What, that I�m a bad cook or that I have
few guests?�

�Both I suppose.�

�Yes, well, now I have a reason to
practice.�

�What, cooking or making friends?�

Remus laughed. �Just like your father you are.�

Harry smiled cheekily. He still felt bad about last night
however. It was still fresh in his
mind. �Look, Remus, I just want to say
sorry for la- �

�Don�t worry about it.� Remus said quickly, setting the plate of
pancakes onto the large scrubbed table.
�We were both tired and it�s been a difficult summer. Let�s just forget it happened alright?�

Harry smiled and nodded. �Sounds good.�

The two Gryffindor�s ate their breakfast in
silence. Harry didn�t want to seem rude
so he forced the black pancakes down with large gulps of orange juice. He was relieved to finally reach his last
bite. As he finished swallowing, Remus
offered another plate full and Harry declined a little too quickly causing the
werewolf to laugh.

�So what do we have planned for
today?� Harry asked has he helped Remus
with the dishes.

�Well, I thought it might be nice if we
decorated this house.� Remus said
thoughtfully. �To make
it a little less, er, Black.�

�What do you have planned?�

�Well, I thought we�d start by going to the
store to buy some Muggle cleaning supplies and maybe some paint.� Remus put away the last dish and turned to
Harry. �What do you think?�

�It�s brilliant.� Harry answered honestly. �When are we leaving?�

�In a couple minutes, I have to go feed Buckbeak and then we
can go.� Remus conjured a large piece of
meat onto a plate and headed for the stairs.
�Why don�t you go get dressed and we�ll be on our way.�

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The walk to the hardware store was shorter
then Harry thought it would be. It was
only a few blocks. As soon as the
Gryffindor�s walked into the large building, a strong smell of wood penetrated
their noses. Remus coughed slightly and
covered his nose with a grimace.

When Harry gave him a questioning look,
Remus shrugged and whispered, �The wolf doesn�t like it.�

They made their way to the back of the
store where the painting supplies were kept.
Both men gaped at the enormity of the paint colours. There were so many to choose from that Harry
wasn�t sure they�d ever be able to decide.

�This one�s nice.� Remus said pointing to a light green colour.

�Too Slytherin.�

�This one?�

�Too girly.�

�How about this one?�

�Too bright.�

�This?�

�Too dark.�

�You pick on then!� Remus said finally.

�Why don�t we just get a white for the
living room. It�s
plain enough.�

�But white is boring.�

�Okay, then how about a
tan, with a white trim.�

�That could work.� Remus said thoughtfully.

�Okay, that�s it then!� Harry said quickly, before the werewolf could
change his mind.

They grabbed three cans of tan and one can of white and put them into the large basket they were
pushing.

�Now how about for the bedrooms?� Remus asked looking back at the large
selection.

�Well, I would personally like red for my
room. It�s my favourite colour. Maybe a nice light blue for
the bathrooms. And how about a nice pale yellow for your room? It would open it up and bring light to
it.� Harry suggested all of this in a
matter of seconds.

Remus blanched. �I love that.
How are you so good at this?�

�My Aunt Petunia always talked about house
decoration and I had nothing better to do but listen.�

�Ah.�

�That leaves the kitchen.� Harry said after looking over all of the
paint they had piled into the cart.

�Let�s just do that white. No need to get creative with such a boring
room.�

Harry laughed.

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Remus slammed the door shut with his foot
as he and Harry stumbled into Number 12, Grimmauld Place, their arms laden with
heavy bags full of paint, doorknobs, wood, nails, and everything else you can
dream of. The werewolf had preformed a
tricky charm on the bags when no one had been looking to make sure that
everything they purchased fit.
Thankfully, it had worked.

Harry threw his stuff down onto the floor
and followed them soon after. He
stretched out on his back with his eyes closed.
The walk back from the store had seemed a great deal farther when he was
carrying such a heavy load. Remus joined
him on the floor smiling up at the ceiling.

�Well that was my exercise for today.�

Harry laughed. �Me too.�

They lay there like that for a while,
staring at the ceiling. Harry couldn�t
help but think that if Sirius were here, he�d be laying there with them in his
Animagus form waging his tail with his large pink tongue hanging out
happily.

Harry sniffed quietly, silently praying
Remus hadn�t heard him, but of course, Remus being a werewolf, his prayers were
in vain. Said werewolf rolled over onto
his stomach and looked at the young man.

�Are you alright?� He asked quietly.

Harry nodded mutely and
sniffed again, trying to force the large bolder in his throat down. �Just thought about Him.�

�I was thinking about Him too.�

�It�s hard not to.�

�Especially in this
house.�

A large round tear rolled down Harry�s
cheek and into his hair. He sniffed
again and quickly swiped at his eyes.

�It�s alright to cry Harry.�

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The two Gryffindor�s had decided to start
working on the Study the next day, which is why Remus had banged into Harry�s
room at the crack of dawn.

�Up sleepy head! Time to get cracking!� Remus said happily as he pulled the large
blanket off of the sleeping form.

Harry yawned and mumbled, �How can we get
cracking when the sun hasn�t even
begun to crack?�

Remus opened the window and looked
out. It was true, the sun wasn�t even up
yet, but their surroundings were starting to brighten in the grey dawn. He closed the window again and turned back to
teenager who had pulled the blankets back over his head.

�Now, now!� Said the
werewolf, making the blanket disappear with the tap of his wand. �None of that! The
sooner you get up, the sooner we�ll be done!�

The dark haired boy groaned and reluctantly
sat up. He swung his legs over the side
of the bed and placed his glasses onto his nose. �At least let me take a shower.�

The amber eyed adult smiled, �That�s the
spirit. I�ll meet you in the Study with
our breakfast.�

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Harry walked into the Study to find Remus
sitting on a moth eaten chair eating a muffin and drinking hot chocolate. He smiled when Harry walked in.

�Nice shower?�

�Very.�

�Took long enough.�

�Yes well, I don�t get showers very often
at the Dursley�s.� Harry said with a
shrug. �Where�d you get the muffin? I know you couldn�t have made it.�

Taking another bite of his muffin, the
werewolf stood up. �I went to the store
down the street. It�s owned by a wizard
family, so I was able to Floo there.�

�That�s cool.� The young Gryffindor said quickly. �So
where�s my muffin?�

Remus laughed and pointed to the desk in
the corner. There was a large plate
piled high with different types of muffins.
Harry grabbed a chocolate chip muffin and stuffed it whole into his
mouth. The adult raised an elegant
eyebrow and shook his head in amusement.

�I thought we�d start by clearing all of
the furniture out of this room. Then we
can start painting.� Remus said has he
finished the last bit of his Hot Chocolate.
�It shouldn�t take that long.�

The Gryffindor student finished his second muffin
and began rolling the carpet up was in the middle of the room. He pushed it out the door and then started on
the desk. Remus, on the other hand, was
levitating furniture out of the doorway.
Harry glared at him.

�Lucky.� He muttered under his breath.

Harry barely got the large desk out of the
doorway, but managed it with a little help from the werewolf. They continued in this manner for roughly a
half hour. Finally all that was left was
the giant tapestry of the Black Family Tree.

The teen started peeling it away from the
wall with Remus� help when he noticed something that he hadn�t before. At the bottom of the family tree, attached to
Sirius� name was a gold line with the looping letters that formed the name, �Remus Lupin!�

Harry quickly looked at the werewolf, who
hadn�t noticed the other boy�s shock.
Then he saw it. On the man�s left
ring finger was a thin golden ring.

(TBC)

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Hmm� so Sirius and Remus are married. Interesting� And now Harry
knows, this is getting good!

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