I love you to the moon(y) and back. Reader x Remus Lupin.

Chapter 3- The sorting hat

The first feast of the year at Hogwarts is by far the best. The food is delicious, the choir sings, the night sky is lit up with floating candles and of course their is the excitement of the sorting-hat ceremony.

Watching it brings you back to your first night at Hogwarts.

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You sat cautiously on the sorting ceremony stool, nervously waiting for the one word that would determine how you spent the next seven years of your life.

Professor McGonagall placed the sorting hat on your head and it pondered for a moment.

''Slytherin!'', the sorting hat professed.

'Slytherin?', you pondered. You didn't identify with any Slytherin traits. You weren't sneaky, prideful, overly ambitious or particularly resourceful.

''Why not Slytherin?'', the hat asked. 'It's in your blood after all'.

''My blood?',' you asked.

But your question wasn't answered.

Not until you went home. Home, where Sirius sat you down and told the story of how his brother Regulus knocked up some 6th year girl and couldn't face the responsibility of raising a child. At the time, Regulus Black was a death eater determined to serve Lord Voldemort. He went to the cave on a mission for the death-eaters, where he took his own life, unable to live with the reality of being a death eater and a parent. Your mother was never identified but your orphanage file claimed her dead. When Sirius got word of your abandonment he plotted an escape from Azkaban and illegally adopted you.

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You're brought back to reality by the sound of Dumbledore tapping a spoon against his goblet.

He has the same twinkle in his eyes as he welcomes everyone back to Hogwarts.

'I would like to introduce you to our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor R.J. Lupin', He announces.

'Professor R.J. Lupin', you repeat under your breath, the memory of ocean eyes and buttery words still echoing in your head.

He stands up gingerly to look at everyone. You could swear that for just a second his eyes align with yours and for a moment, your lungs run dry, leaving you with no breath at all.

Your breath shortly returns when you see Draco turn away from the Slytherin table and towards Gryffindor.

'Potter, is it true you fainted? .You actually fainted', Draco sneers.

'Shove off Malfoy', Ron responded.

Hermione looks at you sympathetically. It sucks having to watch your friends bicker so much. Although, Hermione seems more sympathetic to the fact you have to put up with Malfoy.