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Chapter 11
Disclaimer: See chapter 1
Chapter 11
Remus went back to his room to tell James and Peter what had been decided. They descended on him the minute stepped through the dormitory door.
“What the hell’s going on Mooney? They can’t expel you so soon.” James cried passionately, pointing towards the house elves moving Lupin’s belongings. ”Surely you have the right to appeal? I’ll contact my dad; he’s has some pull at the Ministry, he’ll be able to do something.”
“I’ve not been expelled yet mate. The Headmaster feels it would be best for me to move into the Head Boy’s room until I’m officially excluded.” Remus informed them. “I won’t be coming to classes either. Dumbledore is arranging for me to take my N.E.W.T.s early, so at least I can leave with my qualifications.”
“I’m gonna fucking kill Black for this!” James declared.
“Don’t, please. Don’t jeopardise your education. It’s not worth it mate. Look, I’m going to be busy cramming over the next couple of weeks or so but if you want to, you can come over sometime. That is if want to associate with a social pariah like myself.” He said, only half in jest.
“Don’t tar me and Wormtail with the same brush as that arrogant prick. Of course we’re still friends. Hey, we’re Marauders; we’re one less but we’re still tight.” He declared; his fingers crossed to indicate their closeness.
Remus could feel the sting of tears behind his lids. This was true friendship.
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Madam Pomfrey fixed Sirius’ nose and gave him an anti-swelling draft for the twin black eyes Remus had given him. Even so, she had insisted that he stay in the infirmary overnight for observation. She had remained unusually tight-lipped as she treated him once she heard that he‘d let slip Remus’ condition.
The medi-witch had rather a soft spot for Lupin if truth be told. Hardly surprising as the spinster had no children of her own and she empathised with the werewolf’s monthly traumas. Poppy Pomfrey had nursed the boy through some horrific injuries; a by-product of the lunar transformations. On hearing from Professor Slughorn that Remus Lupin was likely to be expelled from the school in the coming week because Sirius Black announced his lycanthropy to the entire school during lunch, hardly prompted her to fuss around Black.
‘It was bound to happen eventually.’ She thought about Sirius.
Bad blood will out.
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Sirius walked back to the dormitory the following morning; it was Saturday so he didn’t have to rush to class and he’d already had breakfast in the hospital wing.
He was blissfully ignorant of the bad feeling towards him that was currently festering amongst the staff and student population. As popular as Sirius Black was, Remus Lupin was as equally well liked and admired and many people were incensed at the grave injustice done to him the previous day.
He began to notice the stares at first. Students stopped and whispered to their friends behind their hands as he walked by. Solitary students merely glared at him or sadly shook their heads in disbelief.
He was used to people staring at him but in a positive and adoring manner; with the exception of students from Slytherin house. He was unaccustomed to such widespread negativity.
Ignoring them all, he sauntered into the Gryffindor common room.
“Hey.” He said casually to a fellow seventh year.
“Traitor.” The boy blatantly ignored the greeting and muttered the insult under his breath; just loud enough for Black to hear it.
“What did you say?” Sirius demanded.
“Nothing.” He sneered.
Deciding he was in enough trouble, he left the confrontation at that and went up to his room. The room was empty. He just wanted to crash out for a while and clear his head.
Yes, he knew he’d fucked up but in his arrogance, he thought of it as nothing but a storm in a teacup.
No one dumps a Black!
Maybe now Mooney would see the error of his ways and they could resume what they’d started the other night. James came out of the en-suite bathroom that adjoined the seventh year sleeping quarters.
“Goooood morning Prongs.” He said cheerfully.
Silence.
James merely ignored his presence; not even affording the animagus a cursory glance.
“I said morning Prongs.” He said more deliberately.
Again, silence.
“Okay, so that’s how it’s going to be. Fine, speak to me when you grow the fuck up Potter.”
Sirius went over to his bed, threw back the curtains and was instantly assaulted by the smell.
Well actually, it was an assortment of smells. It smelled like…a toilet.
“What the fucking hell?!” It appeared that a number of people had decided to use his bed as a toilet. The red and gold coverlet was soaked in urine and it was evident that a number of different people had taken a shit on it too.
“Very fucking mature! You?”
James decided to respond this time.
“Oh, please, you give me far too much credit Black. Even I can’t evacuate that amount of waste product. No, that my ex-friend…” He said for emphasis. “…is the result of one very pissed off house. I think you underestimated just how well like Remus is and betraying a fellow Gryffindor, well it’s just not cricket old chap.”
“Fine. That’s how it is, is it?” Sirius rummaged in his pockets for his wand to clean his bed. “Fuck, it’ll never be the same.” He grimaced.
“Of course, you can always sleep in that one.” James said, pointing over to Remus’ bed. “As you can see, it’s spare now.” He added, his voice changing from indifferent to hard.
“Why’s it spare? Where’s Remus?”
“ARE YOU TOTALLY FUCKING STUPID BLACK?” James screamed in frustration. “Remus is now staying in the Head Boy’s room. Where he is trying desperately to study enough to sit and pass his exams early before they expel his arse out of here. THEY ARE GOING TO EXPEL HIM BECAUSE OF YOU AND YOUR FUCKING TEMPER, YOU SPOILT BASTARD!”
“Nah, they won’t expel him. He the smartest kid in this school.”
“He’s a bloody werewolf! You know what people are like and how prejudice they are against them. He’ll be lucky to still be here for his next transformation thanks to you.”
Sirius tore out of the Gryffindor tower in a flurry of robes and headed into the main school in search of his target.
He had to find Remus and talk to him.
He had no idea what he was going to say to the young werewolf but he decided to cross that bridge when he came to it.
On his way there, he encountered the one person he wanted to avoid.
Michael Bratherton.
The pair glowered at each other as they passed; nether speaking a word. Then, as if an afterthought, the young Ravenclaw spoke.
“If you’re going to see him, don’t bother. He won’t see you.”
“Really?” He said sardonically, stopping to confront Remus’ ex. “Look it’s really none of your business. We’ve been friends since we were eleven and you’ve what, known him for all of a few weeks and suddenly you’re a fucking expert on Remus Lupin? I don’t think so. So just butt out of things that don’t concern you, ponce.”
“With friends like you Black, who needs enemies? I can’t believe you have the audacity to call yourself his friend after exposing his inner most secrets to all and sundry just because you didn’t get your own way.” Bratherton spat. “I know your type.” He continued. “You think that if you only give and don’t actually take it up the arse, that you’re not really gay. Well, I’ve got news for you, it doesn’t work like that. Face it you’re a puff. Like me and like Remus.”
Sirius turned beet red and stormed off to his original destination, ignoring the boy’s warnings about Lupin.
He was heading up the final set of stairs on the main landing, when a number of sixth year students noticed his ascent towards the Head Boy’s quarters. Rightly guessing where Sirius was going; they gathered together and blocked his way.
“Come on, shift out of the way.” He huffed, in no mood for another confrontation, especially with some cocky young students.
“No.” One particularly brave one said, as they stood their ground.
“Move!” He bellowed. Sirius recognised some of the students; they were mainly comprised of students Mooney had helped in a transfiguration study group earlier in the year.
“Piss off Black and leave Remus Lupin alone. Haven’t you done enough damage already?”
“It’s none of your business you little snots. Now move out of the fucking way.” He growled menacingly.
The crowd began to move towards him; manoeuvring him back, further away from Remus’ new room. Black had no choice but to retreat. However, not one to give up, he decided to attempt to quickly slip around the group but to no avail. They merely regrouped and prevented his passage. It then turned nasty when someone in the crowd spat at Sirius. Suddenly, the majority of them were spitting on him; booing and hissing as well.
Seeing the futility of his efforts, he turned tail and ran back to the Gryffindor tower, utterly defeated.
Once back in his room, Sirius slumped down onto Remus’ empty, stripped bed. He put his head in his hands and groaned as the impact of his actions finally began to sink in.
“What have I done?” He said aloud to no one in particular. And then did something which he had not done since he was five years old.
He began to cry.
Chapter 11
Remus went back to his room to tell James and Peter what had been decided. They descended on him the minute stepped through the dormitory door.
“What the hell’s going on Mooney? They can’t expel you so soon.” James cried passionately, pointing towards the house elves moving Lupin’s belongings. ”Surely you have the right to appeal? I’ll contact my dad; he’s has some pull at the Ministry, he’ll be able to do something.”
“I’ve not been expelled yet mate. The Headmaster feels it would be best for me to move into the Head Boy’s room until I’m officially excluded.” Remus informed them. “I won’t be coming to classes either. Dumbledore is arranging for me to take my N.E.W.T.s early, so at least I can leave with my qualifications.”
“I’m gonna fucking kill Black for this!” James declared.
“Don’t, please. Don’t jeopardise your education. It’s not worth it mate. Look, I’m going to be busy cramming over the next couple of weeks or so but if you want to, you can come over sometime. That is if want to associate with a social pariah like myself.” He said, only half in jest.
“Don’t tar me and Wormtail with the same brush as that arrogant prick. Of course we’re still friends. Hey, we’re Marauders; we’re one less but we’re still tight.” He declared; his fingers crossed to indicate their closeness.
Remus could feel the sting of tears behind his lids. This was true friendship.
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Madam Pomfrey fixed Sirius’ nose and gave him an anti-swelling draft for the twin black eyes Remus had given him. Even so, she had insisted that he stay in the infirmary overnight for observation. She had remained unusually tight-lipped as she treated him once she heard that he‘d let slip Remus’ condition.
The medi-witch had rather a soft spot for Lupin if truth be told. Hardly surprising as the spinster had no children of her own and she empathised with the werewolf’s monthly traumas. Poppy Pomfrey had nursed the boy through some horrific injuries; a by-product of the lunar transformations. On hearing from Professor Slughorn that Remus Lupin was likely to be expelled from the school in the coming week because Sirius Black announced his lycanthropy to the entire school during lunch, hardly prompted her to fuss around Black.
‘It was bound to happen eventually.’ She thought about Sirius.
Bad blood will out.
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Sirius walked back to the dormitory the following morning; it was Saturday so he didn’t have to rush to class and he’d already had breakfast in the hospital wing.
He was blissfully ignorant of the bad feeling towards him that was currently festering amongst the staff and student population. As popular as Sirius Black was, Remus Lupin was as equally well liked and admired and many people were incensed at the grave injustice done to him the previous day.
He began to notice the stares at first. Students stopped and whispered to their friends behind their hands as he walked by. Solitary students merely glared at him or sadly shook their heads in disbelief.
He was used to people staring at him but in a positive and adoring manner; with the exception of students from Slytherin house. He was unaccustomed to such widespread negativity.
Ignoring them all, he sauntered into the Gryffindor common room.
“Hey.” He said casually to a fellow seventh year.
“Traitor.” The boy blatantly ignored the greeting and muttered the insult under his breath; just loud enough for Black to hear it.
“What did you say?” Sirius demanded.
“Nothing.” He sneered.
Deciding he was in enough trouble, he left the confrontation at that and went up to his room. The room was empty. He just wanted to crash out for a while and clear his head.
Yes, he knew he’d fucked up but in his arrogance, he thought of it as nothing but a storm in a teacup.
No one dumps a Black!
Maybe now Mooney would see the error of his ways and they could resume what they’d started the other night. James came out of the en-suite bathroom that adjoined the seventh year sleeping quarters.
“Goooood morning Prongs.” He said cheerfully.
Silence.
James merely ignored his presence; not even affording the animagus a cursory glance.
“I said morning Prongs.” He said more deliberately.
Again, silence.
“Okay, so that’s how it’s going to be. Fine, speak to me when you grow the fuck up Potter.”
Sirius went over to his bed, threw back the curtains and was instantly assaulted by the smell.
Well actually, it was an assortment of smells. It smelled like…a toilet.
“What the fucking hell?!” It appeared that a number of people had decided to use his bed as a toilet. The red and gold coverlet was soaked in urine and it was evident that a number of different people had taken a shit on it too.
“Very fucking mature! You?”
James decided to respond this time.
“Oh, please, you give me far too much credit Black. Even I can’t evacuate that amount of waste product. No, that my ex-friend…” He said for emphasis. “…is the result of one very pissed off house. I think you underestimated just how well like Remus is and betraying a fellow Gryffindor, well it’s just not cricket old chap.”
“Fine. That’s how it is, is it?” Sirius rummaged in his pockets for his wand to clean his bed. “Fuck, it’ll never be the same.” He grimaced.
“Of course, you can always sleep in that one.” James said, pointing over to Remus’ bed. “As you can see, it’s spare now.” He added, his voice changing from indifferent to hard.
“Why’s it spare? Where’s Remus?”
“ARE YOU TOTALLY FUCKING STUPID BLACK?” James screamed in frustration. “Remus is now staying in the Head Boy’s room. Where he is trying desperately to study enough to sit and pass his exams early before they expel his arse out of here. THEY ARE GOING TO EXPEL HIM BECAUSE OF YOU AND YOUR FUCKING TEMPER, YOU SPOILT BASTARD!”
“Nah, they won’t expel him. He the smartest kid in this school.”
“He’s a bloody werewolf! You know what people are like and how prejudice they are against them. He’ll be lucky to still be here for his next transformation thanks to you.”
Sirius tore out of the Gryffindor tower in a flurry of robes and headed into the main school in search of his target.
He had to find Remus and talk to him.
He had no idea what he was going to say to the young werewolf but he decided to cross that bridge when he came to it.
On his way there, he encountered the one person he wanted to avoid.
Michael Bratherton.
The pair glowered at each other as they passed; nether speaking a word. Then, as if an afterthought, the young Ravenclaw spoke.
“If you’re going to see him, don’t bother. He won’t see you.”
“Really?” He said sardonically, stopping to confront Remus’ ex. “Look it’s really none of your business. We’ve been friends since we were eleven and you’ve what, known him for all of a few weeks and suddenly you’re a fucking expert on Remus Lupin? I don’t think so. So just butt out of things that don’t concern you, ponce.”
“With friends like you Black, who needs enemies? I can’t believe you have the audacity to call yourself his friend after exposing his inner most secrets to all and sundry just because you didn’t get your own way.” Bratherton spat. “I know your type.” He continued. “You think that if you only give and don’t actually take it up the arse, that you’re not really gay. Well, I’ve got news for you, it doesn’t work like that. Face it you’re a puff. Like me and like Remus.”
Sirius turned beet red and stormed off to his original destination, ignoring the boy’s warnings about Lupin.
He was heading up the final set of stairs on the main landing, when a number of sixth year students noticed his ascent towards the Head Boy’s quarters. Rightly guessing where Sirius was going; they gathered together and blocked his way.
“Come on, shift out of the way.” He huffed, in no mood for another confrontation, especially with some cocky young students.
“No.” One particularly brave one said, as they stood their ground.
“Move!” He bellowed. Sirius recognised some of the students; they were mainly comprised of students Mooney had helped in a transfiguration study group earlier in the year.
“Piss off Black and leave Remus Lupin alone. Haven’t you done enough damage already?”
“It’s none of your business you little snots. Now move out of the fucking way.” He growled menacingly.
The crowd began to move towards him; manoeuvring him back, further away from Remus’ new room. Black had no choice but to retreat. However, not one to give up, he decided to attempt to quickly slip around the group but to no avail. They merely regrouped and prevented his passage. It then turned nasty when someone in the crowd spat at Sirius. Suddenly, the majority of them were spitting on him; booing and hissing as well.
Seeing the futility of his efforts, he turned tail and ran back to the Gryffindor tower, utterly defeated.
Once back in his room, Sirius slumped down onto Remus’ empty, stripped bed. He put his head in his hands and groaned as the impact of his actions finally began to sink in.
“What have I done?” He said aloud to no one in particular. And then did something which he had not done since he was five years old.
He began to cry.