The Mysterious Message

Hey there! Have some fluffy Wolfstar-oneshot. I wrote this as an apology for my dear friend Hufflejenny, to make up for spoiling her >< I hope you like it, it's my first attempt at Wolfstar, but I'm totally into this two adorable idiots. This is un-betad, so if you find any mistakes, feel free to message me!

~ Pockethobbit

Remus John Lupin was used to strange stuff. His mother was a muggle, so he had been raised both magically and scientific. In their old flat, where they used to live until he was seven years old, you could find a funny compilation of enchanted artefacts and muggle-things, lying side by side and uniting the two so very different worlds.

When Greyback had bitten him and thus cursed him, the changes in his body had been strange. Terrifying, horrible, scary and ...strange. After that terrible incident, the Lupins had moved into the country so as nobody would be able to hear Remus on full moon nights. They bought a farm with the heritage of Remus' dead grandmother. The farm had been strange too, at first, but in an exciting way of strange. There were many animals which Remus really liked, even if they all seemed to be scared of him, there was the working on the field, where he helped his dad, because he was strangely strong (which of course was caused by the lycanthropy).

A few years later, at his eleventh birthday, something else happened, equally strange. But in a twisted happy sort of strange. Remus Lupin, the little werewolf, had received a letter from Hogwarts. He had been very excited, since his dad had hesitantly explained to him that he might not be able to go some months ago, and now he could.

Saying goodbye to his parents at platform 9 ¾ had been strange too, in a sad way. At the time he hadn't fully been able to realize that he wouldn't see his parents for a long time. It was a funny feeling, the excitement over being able to go to Hogwarts and the churning in his stomach of leaving his parents behind.

The three boys he met on the Hogwarts Express had been strange. Funny, exciting and a little bit frightening in their passion for mischief. It had been the first time in his life he had actually thought about making friends since The Night. He had been completely freaked out with fear of them discovering his secret, but strangely, they stayed with him when they finally did in their third year.

The most amazing and strangest thing which had happened to him until now had been at the beginning of their sixth year when Sirius, James and Peter had turned right in front of his eyes, in the middle of their dormitory, into a giant dog, a stag and a rat. He had nearly cried with joy over never having to be alone again in the Shrieking Shack and of course he had shouted at them for half an hour about their stupidity to risk their lives for something like this. And within the same few weeks, these strange thoughts about one of his friends had started. Remus hadn't been sure at first what it was until he saw some Ravenclaw with shoulder-long gold-brownish hair snogging Sirius and he had felt the urge to rip her head off in the most painful way. After that, he did everything to hide his not-just-friendly feelings for one of his best friends.

All in all you could say Remus Lupin had been in every possible state of strangeness. But this was completely strange. It was strange-strange. It was entirely weird. He stared down at the piece of parchment, wondering if the wolf in him had finally succeeded to make him mad. A few minutes ago, he had come down into the library to hide from Sirius, who had gone on and on about Quidditch in their dormitory. Since James wasn't really better and Peter supported everything the other two did, he had been alone in his wish for a bit quiet to read. So he had snatched the book he was reading at the moment (The Hobbit, some muggle-book his mother had send him) and come down here to sit in his favourite corner and loose himself in another world. But the second he had entered the library Madame Pince had all but assaulted him and nearly thrown a book at his head. If he didn't have some extremely heightened reflexes a cause to his lycanthropy, he would have let it drop. The librarian then spun around and vanished behind some shelves, grumbling: 'as if I was some sort of owl', angrily to herself. He had stood in the entrance thunder struck and hadn't been able to move for a full thirty seconds. It was entirely abnormal for the woman to be so careless with one of her leather-bound preciouses. Slowly he had made his way to his favourite spot in the corner of the large hall and inspected the book more closely. It was a book he had read a few days ago at this exact place, but that wasn't the strange thing. There was a little piece of parchment somewhere in the middle of the book. And there was written onto it: