All Of Us Are Ghosts Here (Jegulus / Wolfstar Fic)

Eleven ~ The Headmaster

Remus~

TW: Negative Self Talk

At three in the afternoon, Remus was the only one of the five in the great hall, which was typical.

Less than a minute after the bells chimed, Regulus walked in, sullen as ever. He didn't speak, and Remus wasn't going to push him. He understood, just a little, how the boy felt. He had grown up in a home that was less than kind. He'd been hurt by Sirius, albeit not quite as badly as Regulus. He knew what it was like to hate Sirius as much as he loved him.

Although he'd (mostly) forgiven Sirius for the "prank" of sixth year, he still remembered how it felt to be abandoned by him. Sirius was the sun, and losing his light was a jarring experience.

Peter came in next, with claims that he'd been hunting for the other two Marauders. He shut up rather quickly after noticing the other boys' poor moods though.

People loved to call Remus the nice one of the group, but that was far from the truth. Of all of them, Pete was the nicest. He should have been put in Hufflepuff, honestly. He always seemed to know when one of his friends was upset and did everything he could to cheer them up. Of course, it often ended with him getting snapped at, but that was Peter. He was kind almost to a fault, even when his kindness bit him in the ass.

Remus was... not like that. The moons often made him cranky, and if it wasn't the moon then it was his homework, or his father, or Sirius. There was always something going on with him.

Honestly, it was a wonder he had any friends at all, with him being such a moody bastard all the time. It was just further proof that the Marauders would be better off without him. There'd be less fighting, obviously. Less drama, what with the Sirius accident last night and all.

The sounds of two sets of pounding feet snapped Remus out of his little pity party, and he looked up just as Sirius and James crashed into the hall, faces red.

"Sorry! I was getting McGonagall and then Jamesie here dropped his glasses, it was a whole mess- Merlin's tits you all look sad. The hell happened?" Sirius asked, hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath.

"You're late," Regulus said. "Can we go now? I'd rather not waste any more time with this than I have to."

Remus pushed off the table he had been leaning on with a nod, walking out of the room beside Regulus as the others followed close behind.

...

The boys sat in chairs, all looking at Dumbledore.

The man was, quite frankly, terrifying to be around. He was always friendly, sure, and he'd given Remus a home, but that didn't change the fact that there was something off about him.

He'd just opened his mouth to speak when McGonagall and Professor Slughorn entered the room.

Now, looking at their headmaster and two heads of house, Remus began to wonder why they were doing any of this.

The answer came when Regulus began to speak.

"I'm sorry to be bothering you all like this, especially so early into the term," He began, his voice quiet and shaking but getting stronger as he spoke. "Uhm- As you know, my brother lives with the Potters. Because of my family- Anyways, when he began to stay there, I was told I could join them at any time. I want to, Professors. Stay with the Potters, I mean. My family, I don't think they-" He stopped suddenly, going a shade paler.

"It's alright, Mr. Black-" McGonagall began, only to be cut off by Dumbledore.

"I'm pleased to hear it, Mr. Black," The man said. "All things considered though, I have to wonder at the sudden change of heart."

"They- Uhm." Regulus struggled.

"They wanted him to get the dark mark, sir," Sirius said. "So Reggie wrote to me to ask for help."

"I see." Dumbledore folded his hands. "Well, I'll write to the Potters and the ministry. For now, Mr. Black," he looked at Regulus, who was visibly shaking. "I'm going to have to ask you some questions. It's important that you answer honestly. Can you do that?" Regulus nodded. "Good. Have you or any in your household met or corresponded with the Dark Lord?"

"Albus!" McGonagall interrupted, looking disgusted. "This boy is clearly upset, now is not the time for this!" She turned to the five boys. "You all may go now. Regulus and Sirius, please come to my office after supper so we can discuss this."

As the boys scurried out of the room, the sounds of yelling and angry Scottish curses could be heard.

((Remus Lupin, everyone. The glue that holds the Marauders together. Just... self-loathing glue. (that's not a thing? oh well.) 

Okok just a little more angst and then some Jegulus fluff (Connect Four anybody?) Pls bear with me, the angst is almost done for now.

As always, I'm willing and glad to talk if y'all need anything, have a suggestion, anything really. 

Thanks again for the support! Cya whenever my little goblin brain decides to type again))