Author Note#1:
Hi there! Anyone recognize me? Probably not! I used to be All4Dyna and then I disappeared, but I'm back now and ready to rumble!!
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Author Note#2:
I originally posted a very different chapter about a year ago. Because of the release of the 6th Book, I've changed it a little bit, but only the time. It is now based after Harry graduates from Hogwarts.

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Disclaimer: I do not own anything. It all belongs to J.K. Rowling. I own the plot.

This is a story about the Marauders. That's right, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Sirius Black, & James Potter. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, & Prongs. The Marauders! This story will also contain SLASH! MALE / MALE RELATIONSHIP! The lovely couple will be Remus & Sirius and POSSIBLY Harry & Draco in much LATER chapters. No Like, No Want, No Read!

Those of you who DO like Slashy Yummy-ness, you may scroll down for the first chapter!

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The Chronicles of a Werewolf

Chapter One:

Surprise!

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Harry Potter stepped out of the crowded house and onto a dark porch. He mentally congratulated himself as he sat down on the rough wooden stairs leading up to the ominously tall and creaking Weasley abode. He had been trying to escape his overly exaggerated birthday party for nearly three hours and he had finally done it! All of the, "Congratulations mate!"s and the, "Isn't it great to be 21?"s and the most popular, "I can't believe you're still alive!"s were starting to annoy him.

The newly appointed 21 year old rested his throbbing head against the pillar behind him and gratefully closed his eyes as he began thinking of all the guest's who had shown up. Ron and Hermione were there, along with the rest of the Weasley family. All of his friends from his Hogwarts days were there, including all of his old teachers. Many members from the ministry (both magic and muggle) had shown up to celebrate. Even two whole Quidditch Teams were there! Oliver Wood's team, Puddlemere United, and Bulgaria's National Quidditch Team, in which Viktor Krum was a member of. Everyone he cared about was there, except one person. The person that meant the most to him; who was the closest thing to a father since Sirius died.

"Where are you Moony?" Harry sighed aloud.

"Right here."
Harry cried out in shock and fell of the porch. The middle-aged werewolf smiled and grabbed hold of Harry's extended hand and yanked him off his feet and into a warm embrace. After they broke apart they both sat down and began to talk. "Wha- what are you doing here?"
"Nice to see you too!" Remus laughed.
"Where have you been?" Harry questioned. "I haven't seen you in five years!"

"Three years." Remus replied calmly.

"Same thing!" The dark haired youth shot back childishly.

"Whatever you say." There was a short pause as both men rolled their eyes. "To answer your previous question, I've been exploring the world."

"For five years?!"

"Three years…"

"Whatever!"

"I spent three weeks in some places and six months in others and only a few days in the least desirable of countries."

"Where?"

"I don't want to spoil your view on people, Harry." Remus replied wisely.

Harry narrowed his eyes in confusion. "Could you repeat that please."

The sly werewolf smiled. "You are still young and have plenty of time to explore the world. I don't want you to avoid some countries because of my dislike."

"Thanks… I think." Harry replied slowly.

"You're quite welcome!" Remus said happily. "Now that you are informed of my whereabouts for the last few years, I'd like to know what you've been up to."

"Nothing really." The young adult said, "I have an apartment now!"

"What about Number 12?"

"I haven't been in there for a while." Harry answered. "Not since you left."

"I figured as much." The Marauder said wisely. "In that case, I have a proposition for you, young Mister Potter." Harry nodded to acknowledge he was listening. "Well, I had an idea. I figured, if you didn't mind," Remus was suddenly nervous, but didn't know why. "Well, you don't know much about me old school days with James and Sirius, and I thought, perhaps, you wouldn't mind, moving in together-"

"That's a great idea!"

"-into Number 12?"

"Wha…" Harry blinked rapidly. "What on earth for?"

Remus raised a thin eyebrow. "Weren't you listening to a word I said?"

"Yes! I was!" Harry replied indigently. "But why Number 12?"

"Now Harry. I would have thought that was obvious. It is your house now. Maybe not your home, but together we can make it into one."

"You mean fix it up?"

"Certainly! We can buy paint and new furniture and even go through some of Sirius' old things." Remus became solemn. "If that's okay with you Harry. I know that might be difficult."

Harry nodded. "Yes… it would be difficult, but I'm far to curious not to look through his things. Plus, I've had a few years to let it sink in; I think I should be all right. How about you?"

"If I wasn't alright with it, I wouldn't have suggested it!" Remus laughed. "Plus, like you, I'm far too curious not too look. Sirius was always very secretive with his things!" Harry smiled and Remus thought it was okay to ask once more. "So, what do you think Harry?"

"I just have one question." Remus held his breath. "How soon can we move in?" Harry laughed as Remus visibly relaxed and released his breath.

(TBC)

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This chapter should be the only chapter this maddeningly short. So did you like it? I'll have more up in a day or so. Please review, it keeps me going.

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