The Cursed Child remimagined

Chapter 5

Notes: I've added in Trans James Sirius, because f*ck J.K Rowling. I've made it not a huge thing because I wanted to be just seen as relatively normal by Remus. I am not trans so if you guys have any tips on how to write this character please let me know. T.W: Mild transphobia and implied homophobia.

To say that Remus was nervous for his first lesson would be an understatement, he felt like he was going to be sick and explode at the same time. To make matters worse the lesson was flying. He'd seen how everyone's opinion of him had changed after his sorting, what would happen if they saw he didn't have his father's (or his mother's) flying ability either? It was times like this he really envied his brother. He knew James didn't have the easiest life, what with being constantly told he was just a confused girl by the public and coming out as gay last year, but he didn't seem to have the same kind of pressure Remus. Remus looked just like his father, just with straighter hair and no glasses. They both had the same piercing emerald eyes and ebony locks. Whereas James had Ginny's hazel eyes, light brown hair that stuck up like his Dad's and also glasses like him aswell. All of this made him look very similar to his namesake James Potter, just with brown hair and a slightly lighter skin tone. Remus thought this might be easier. He wanted to be his own person, rather than his every move being judged just because his Dad was the boy who lived!

"Hey, Remus." Scorpius said, waving his hand in front of his newly acquired friend's face. Remus jumped the tiniest bit and turned to face Scorpius. "Sorry you looked really out of it." Scorpius said. "Anyway Madame Hooch is here." Nodding towards the front, where a grey-haired teacher was handing out broomsticks. A sense of dread settled in the pit of Remus' stomach, as he realised it was starting.

"Up." Remus said for the tenth time, but still the broom didn't move an inch. Sighing he tried again and again and again. Across from him, Rise had managed to get the broom successfully from the ground to her hand five times already. He felt slightly jealous, but reminded himself that she'd been practicing all Summer. Next to him he watched as a quivering broom ride to just below Scorpius' outstretched hand, before falling with a clatter to the ground. "So close." He heard his friend mutter, before trying again. This time the broom rose, still shaking slightly, into Scorpius' hand. He saw a triumphant grin spread across the blonde's face, before looking dejectedly down at his own broom. "Day it forcefully, like you mean it." Hooch told him. She stood behind him, and watched as he shouted relentlessly at his broom. Still it wouldn't budge.

He kept going untill the lesson finally finished. He had not managed to get it more than an inch of the ground. There had been one thrilling moment, where it had risen of the ground before it immediately fell back down. All around him he could here the whispers calling him the Slytherin squib, and they made him want to disappear. Then he felt a hand on his shoulder, and he turned around to face them. It was Scorpius. "It's alright." He said reassuringly. Whilst Remus didn't quite believe him, it was nice that someone thought it would be okay.