Just like him~☆ (Remus Lupin x reader)

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-Chapter 2 - Begin A New Tale Moony

The trip to Hogwarts for The Marauders were just as any other year and they loved it like that, they'd have it no other way.

"Right, so picture this boys, a dark Gryffindor common room, all empty, then, Evans walks in first to see what the ruckus is about, then Sirius and Peter jump out, full disguise picking her up and running off, But what's this? Her beloved prince charming James Potter is to the rescue! We'll have a small battle then once you lot flee, i'll ask her out and she'll finally reply 'of course james! you sexy hunk of a beast!' and fall in love with me." James laid the plan out to his friends, his terrible impression of Lily Evans, James' number one love at Hogwarts right now, made Peter and Remus laugh uncontrollably while Sirius thought it was quite good.

"W-wait you won't actually follow through with this plan Prongs?" Remus said wiping a tear from his eye from laughing so much, James gave a proud smile and nodded making Remus laugh again. "Oh my moons, Godric forbid she doesn't hex you after this one mate, she'll think it's the worst one yet and that's saying something." He said catching his breath.

"There's nothin' wrong with my plan i'll have you know, Moony, I reckon she'll propose on the spot." James said smug.

"20 Galleons says she will tell you to piss off." Remus chuckled smirking with a knowing glint he was right.

"Best put your money where your mouth is Moony, cos' I'm about to be 20 Galleons richer." James said a smirk also plastered on his face but this one had an urge to prove himself and was filled with an ego only James acquired.

They shook on it locking the deal in place and they looked over to Sirius and Peter who were holding an unusually odd expression as they stared at each other immensely. "Have we intruded on something 'ere boys?" James asked leaning in waving a hand in between the pair, they blinked and peter rubbed his eyes as Remus and James chuckled.

"Nah, just a simple staring competition, we were gonna keep it going till' you two got your head out your own arse and once you were finally finished with placing your tips, we stopped." Sirius said with a mischievous look. James rolled his eyes and looked at Sirius rolling his sleeves up a bit.

"Padfoot, you messed up." James said, the boys looked at each other with a playful rage as Remus and Peter whooped on the sidelines.

"Ding, ding! Welcome back, ladies, gents and they thems! In the left corner Sirius Black and in the other James Potter!." Peter called loudly, ringing an imaginative cow bell.

"Fight of the century people! On three! One, two-" Remus was cut off by James pouncing at Sirius and grabbing him and putting him in a head lock and he ruffled his head playfully, Remus cheered and Peter yelled for Sirius to make a come back.

"What's a matter Padfoot? Fleas got ya' tongue mate?" James said playfully ruffling his head harder.

"Nope, they don't got my hands either!" Sirius grabbed James' arm which was holding him still and pushed it upward standing up and shaping up toward James. "C'mon Bambie, or you too scared?" Sirius smirk, James swiped his nose and stood up and shaped up too.

"Not afraid of a bitch like you." James smirked.

"C'mon Padfoot mate!" Peter yelled throwing a fist in the air, Sirius looked over to Peter and blew him a kiss.

"This ones for my beloved Wormtail!." Sirius announced.

He rushed at James tackling him and punching him softly yet playfully in the stomach while James acted incredibly injured. "Ref call him off! He's a mad man, he's a beast he is.."

"SIRIUS ORION BLACK!" They all cheered at once jumping from their seats. Every time they'd have small fight contests like this it was honorary the champion had their name called by all marauders to show all victory, if one won, they all did. The boys fell back laughing hysterically as James threw a few soft punches to Sirius.

"Just they wait, they've never seen us better than today boys." James announced.

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She gently traced her finger along the pages reading the book for what felt like the 60th time for she memorized it all, if it only it had no end so she could stay here forever. The books she read were so intriguing in a matter of it's own, merely from the old parchment and the fresh ink laced across it creating a string of interesting words creating an even better story, she rather fancied fantasy tropes, lovers trope and other varieties. Always reading the happy endings of a forbidden love or a graphic realisation the beauty was the beast all along, although at the end of each book, well, even the beginning and middle, she'd always question the main characters choices, how it would be if she were the main one, how it could've been better instead leaving both of them broken. But one nagging question in her mind, was why is it that I have yet to experience my main character moment in the thought of an original story?

In every other main characters life their always were extras, she felt as though that was her, but it was a lie, from the moment she asked When will my story with a beautiful stranger begin? Not aware to the idea it already begun, merely from the fraction of time she spent talking to a small group of boys at the station.

"I'm headed to the bathroom, if you'd excuse me please Madeline." Y/n said indicating Madeline to move her legs, the girl slung her legs away annoyedly as Y/n walked past, she mumbled a simple thank you before heading out, but before closing the door she heard someone say "Honestly disgusting really." Assuming it was one of the other Ravenclaws she continued walking.

The long stretched hallway felt like a baron place, isolated from everyone, for the better she supposed. It's a danger to you and others around you y/n, why can't you realise, it was your fault in the end. Oh how hurtful some words were, each time she recalls the memory a small paper cut would graze her heart figuratively.

Finally reaching the end she sighed in relief, never had she thought she'd be so relieved to find a bathroom in her life span. Locking the door she put the wooden toilet lid down and sat down fixing her navy blue tie and matching headband before opening her journal, not a very teenage day dream as one usually thinks, no she recollects dreams and memories in this, a hazy memory usually was the main symptom behind the so called 'sickness'

Recently she had the same mimicking dream occur more than once so she had to write it down until she found out who this man was, she began fresh not wanting to miss anything, remembering back to her first dream and going from there.

Day 01- 1st of September, 1978, start of seventh year

For the first time I had remembered a dream that may be worth my while if I recall enough of it, a baron field of yellow straw with a tall man in the distance with a lean but muscular body frame faced me, he wore a long brown trench coat hanging to his ankles.

Suddenly I remember a flash and it cuts to him runnimg toward me, indicating for me to run to him, not out of love or compassion but more out of fear, something must of been creeping behind me, but what? Another flash and I see his blurred face in front of mine, the only clear view was honey brown eyes with a silk touch and a soft feeling in his almond eyes. I would have gotten lost but he whispered something unbeknownst to me, a saying maybe but in another language.

"Palieciet ārpus Mēness redzesloka"

It goes black after that and I am still craving an answer to the endless questions I experience right now, but until next time, I give you my farewell, reader.

-Y/n, Scammander;

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Thoughts?

Sorry its not as long btw-