Marauders Headcanons, One Shots, and Randomness

Young Remus

I sipped my tea and flipped through my ancient runes flashcards. Most wizard kids don't go to regular muggle elementary schools. There aren't any wizard elementary schools, so we have to study basic subjects at home. I like it, but sometimes I just wish I could go to Hogwarts. However, unlike most kid wizards, I don't have any friends. I'm not even allowed to talk to other kids. I wouldn't blame Dumbledore for not wanting me at Hogwarts. I'm dangerous. I could kill someone and not even know it.

Ancient runes isn't a basic subject, but I have a lot of free time. I tried not to think about these things as I turned my attention back to my flashcards. It was especially difficult to focus the day before the full moon. I studied each card carefully. It was easy to drift off and imagine the archaic civilizations that used this dead language.

I pictured a wizened old dark warlock in ancient robes casting enchantments on an ornately carved casket. The lid of the casket opened just a crack. Pale white fingertips opened the heavy oak lid with a screeeech...

"Remus!" my mother called from the other room, "You need to go tidy up your room and finish unpacking." We move houses every few months or so because otherwise people would begin to get suspicious of the nature of my condition.

"I'll do it later!" I snapped.

"What?" She stormed into the moldy living room.

"I said I'll do it later!"

"You'll do it now."

"Fine," I muttered.

"Yes Ma'am," she scolded.

"Yes Ma'am," I repeated and reluctantly sauntered down the creaky hallway to my cramped bedroom. I opened the door and stared at the jumbled mayhem. It looked like an ISPY book.

I flopped onto my blanketless bed and picked up a book about potions. I made a feeble attempt to read it, but found it increasingly difficult to concentrate. I threw the potions book onto a mixed up pile of dirty and clean clothes. I would clean it up later. Thunder growled outside my window. I looked up and saw that the rain was beginning to pour down in torrents.

The combination of the sound of the rain and the darkness made me feel sleepy and I started to close my eyes.

After dozing off for about five minutes, I woke up and decided it would probably be a good idea to begin tidying my bedroom. Just a little bit. I lazily rolled off my bed and painfully hit my elbow on a small wooden end table on my way to the floor. I landed on a pile of random objects, one of which was my old Jenga set. It wasn't like I had anyone to play it with me, but for some reason I had kept it for all these years. What was more, it was a muggle game my parents had gotten for me at a garage sale.

I glared at one of the blocks about three feet away from me. It moved just a fraction of a centimeter. That cheered me up a bit. I stared at it harder and it began to inch across the hardwood. I tried moving another with just my mind. I had to shut out everything else in the world and only look at the block. Eventually, I had stacked ten of the Jenga pieces. I laughed aloud at my victory over the laws of nature. Just for fun, I glared at the tower again and it started to shake. Suddenly, the blocks flew and scattered in every direction.