I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good - WolfStar FanFic

prologue

It was now their 6th year at Hogwarts.

Remus didn't know how time had flown past so quickly. To him, it seemed like just yesterday when the marauders were first bantering with Snape about which house they would get into, which obviously wasn't Slytherin. And he was glad for that. The boys; Peter Pettigrew, better known as Wormtail, James Potter, Prongs, and finally Sirius Black, Padfoot, had been the best to him over the years. And he couldn't forget his *almost* favourite of all, Lily Evans.

Everyone in their little group had made him feel so safe, so loved, so cared about, and just so appreciated. He couldn't ask for a better group.

Despite these feelings, Remus seemed to always find more comfort being around Sirius and Lily. And don't get him wrong, he loved the idea of their little squad, the four of them against the rules of Hogwarts, yet he felt as though he connected better with  those two.

James was what he'd describe as the 'loud and proud' type. He was like the broadcaster of all gossip at Hogwarts, always weaselling himself into all the pranks and secrets that he could ferret through. And Peter always followed him. He always agreed with him too. James didn't mind it one bit, in fact, Remus would go as far to say that he actually throughly enjoyed it. He always had someone to take his side in opinion sharing, or even pranks. Despite this, however, James and Sirius were far closer. They were like brothers, inseparable.

Their closeness sometimes made Remus feel a little jealous. Though he always denied it, waving it off as 'just nerves' for an upcoming test, or feeling sick from his condition.

And though he very much liked Sirius' attention, or being around his friends, his best friend was by far Lily Evans. The pair shared everything together, literally everything. They could talk about anything too, their conversation could start about potions homework and link it's way all the way to the newest girl who took interest in Sirius. Remus enjoyed their chats, and by what he'd gathered, so did Lily. The only person who didn't seem to was James, he'd tense up every time he saw Lily talking to another boy, though he didn't say anything.

The year was 1976. It was September 1st, the beginning of a new term at Hogwarts, and the beginning of a crisp Autumn season. The boys were all 16 years old, Lily included, contemplating the new year in their dormitory.