Wolfstar Oneshots

The Train

Words: 1779

Description: The Marauders meet on the train for the first time.

Story:

Remus was nervous. Well, nervous was an understatement. He was incredibly anxious, more so than he ever recalled being in his entire life. He was about to leave home for the first time ever. He stood on the Platform, staring up at the scarlet train with wide eyes, his mother's hands firmly on his shoulders. 

She was the only thing grounding him in that moment. His father stood behind the both of them, arms held stiffly behind his back. His face betrayed no emotion, but Remus was picking up on his uneasiness. None of them expected Remus to go anywhere in his life. 

He was a werewolf, after all. What opportunities did he have? And Merlin was he anxious. 

The warning whistle sounded and Hope squeezed Remus's shoulders, turning him around and pulling him into a tight hug. Her curly blonde hair tickled his face but he couldn't bear to let her go. 

Lyall cleared his throat. Remus pulled away from Hope, quickly wiping his eyes before Lyall saw that he'd been crying. "Remember what we talked about son. You mustn't make friends because they will discover your secret. If you are discovered they'll report you and you'll be taken to the ministry. There is harsh punishment for those beasts that don't register. And for their families. Your only chance at a place in this world is if you study and get good grades, son. No one will accept you until you've made a name for yourself."

Remus nodded frantically, absorbing all this information like a sponge. Hope offered him one last tearful smile and a nod. Remus tucked his shaking hands into his sleeves, searched Lyall's face once more for a hint of pride and, when he found none, ignored the sinking of his heart and steeled himself. He grabbed the handle of his old and worn trunk tightly in his fists and dragged it along behind him and boarded the train, refusing to look back.

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Sirius had never been more ready for anything in his entire life. He'd been practically bouncing off the walls all week. The morning of September 1st, Regulus sat on Sirius's bed while Sirius flew around the room, throwing every unnecessary thing into his trunk as he did. Regulus patiently took everything back out, folded it neatly, and set it back in to the very expensive dark trunk with Slytherin green accents. It even had the Black family crest on the buckles.

"Will ya miss me, Reggie?" Sirius exclaimed, flopping onto the bed with the biggest smile. Regulus frowned, playing at the hem of his pajamas. 

"I reckon I'll be awfully lonely," he said quietly. 

"Aw, Reg, you'll find plenty to keep yourself busy," Sirius said, pulling him into his shoulder. "Pull some pranks in my honor?"

Regulus shrugged. "You know Mum hates that."

Sirius scoffed. "Hence the exact reason pranks are pulled."

Regulus couldn't keep the smile off his face. "Be good at school, Siri. Don't be getting into trouble."

"Pfft, you should know me better than that."

"I'm serious!"

"No, I am."

Regulus sighed. "I really am going to miss you, Sirius. I can't wait 'til I grow up and I can go to Hogwarts and be in Slytherin with you."

Sirius smiled. "Yeah, I can't wait either." But for some reason, something about that didn't sit right with him.

"SIRIUS! REGULUS!" Walburga yelled up the stairs. 

Sirius stiffened and hurried to clasp his trunk shut and Regulus sprinted to his room to change out of his pajamas and the two skidded to a stop at the bottom of the stairs. Orion's jaw was clenched tightly and he stood at the doorway glancing down at his pocket watch. "Don't want to miss the train now, do we?"