From Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone:
"The truth." Dumbledore sighed. "It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution. However, I shall answer your questions unless I have a very good reason not to, in which case I beg you'll forgive me. I shall not, of course, lie."
What if Dumbledore did lie? What if everything is not what it appears to be? Important story fact is that there is no pure evil and good, so you will know that no character is purely good or evil. Everyone has their secrets, and it is up to the characters to figure them out or you the reader can too! The format of the story is inspired by hazelnut and tilly's LOVE BITES. The plot is inspired by various movies and books. The story has everything, humor, romance, drama, suspense, action/adventure, and angst. And later on, it will have some dark themes, so best beware now before you start. You can read my favorite character is Remus Lupin, and this is his story on how he came to be the man he was in the Prisoner of Azkaban. The story will start on the first year of his Hogwarts and go on to after P of A era. So basically it's the whole life span of Remus!Jaderising
P.S. Let's Jaderize! Life is jaded!
My Story Timeline: Wizards age slower if you didn't know already.
Year 1925: Tom Riddle born. (2nd year of Harry) 1992 – 50 – 17(Riddle was in his 7th year) = 1925
Year 1929: Hagrid born.
Year 1942: Tom Riddle opens the chamber of secret. Hagrid Expelled.
Year 1960: MWPP born.
Year 1980: According to most sites I've been to…Harry Potter was born July of 1980.
Year 1991: Harry goes to Hogwarts. Year 1
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ PrologueYear 1965, February
Tiny Tee:
I stood alone now. My dear Bee was, now, cold, dead, and buried. Forever gone. Forever gone. Only solace I found, was knowing that she no longer feel anything, finally free of her agonizing pain.
She is in better place now, I reminded myself again. Her raw pains are now added to my own, to carry. Her betrayers and killers, now my own to revenge.
"I will keep the promise, Bee." I touched the cold frozen earth of Siberia, where she was forever trapped and remained, gently. "I promised you. I swear my own life on it, and I won't come back to see you…until...then. Until I find the justice. Until I find him."
I lied down and kissed the frozen earth. Trying to remember her precious honey lips, and trying to forget, at the same time, "Good bye, my love," but I only felt the coldness that was in my heart.
I looked around the smoldering remains of our home, once the happiest place on earth. Now only the remains of destruction told of its place, and the reminders of faint laughter of a happy child filled the emptiness. I wiped away the tears angrily. Tears are the sign of weakness. And I shall never be weak again. I can't afford to. Not anymore. And I never looked back as I walked across the snowy forest.
My footsteps would surely be gone just as our presence there. Snow will hide and cover up the memory, their crime. But I will never forget their faces, their names and their swaggering steps. I will avenge what had fallen before me.
I had a promise to keep.
Albus Dumbledore:
I felt it, before I learned of the news.
I was writing to my friend, Nicolas Flamel, who was vacationing in Italy with his wife, when suddenly, I felt the sharp pain in my heart. The pain was short, but left me breathless and restless. I felt hallow, as if I had lost my heart, which I haven't felt in a long time.
And in some sense, I had.
It was all my fault.
Three months later, in the early morning of May, a small silvery owl with a thin black envelope arrived. I knew where the owl was from the way he sat perfectly still with his wings open, ready to leave as soon as he sees that I opened the letter. And as I opened the letter, the little fellow flew silently away, back to his master, back to Russia.
Inside the black envelope was a letter, written on a black paper with silver inks. With thundering heart, I read on:
Dear Professor Dumbledore,
I am pained to inform you this terrible news. We failed to get to them in time, and when we finally found their home, it was just too late. All that is left is the remain of fire place.
I am very, very sorry to be the one to inform you, sir.
We will try to find him, of course, with all our efforts, but it is simply impossible to track him down, if he doesn't want to be found. Russia is a big country, as you well know, and it had taken us more than a month to find out where their house was. The Russian wizards, as you know, are very private, and were very unwilling to give us much information. All we know is a man that fits the description was last seen in the Farra Forest.
I would owl you as soon as there's new development. And again, my deepest regard for your lost.
Sincerely,
Edgar DuMaurie
I laid down the letter gently on my desk, as if the letter itself was sacred. Only the pain in my heart made me realize that I was alive, breathing.
I had failed her.
Year 1969
Efrem Kurtz:
He wished to contact me through letters, but I had notified him that it was too risky. What if the Ministry of Magic knew of this?!! It was after all, very tricky tricky matter. I could be sent to Azkaban for this.
Good thing, no one would doubt what's to come, but if they had known, they won't be sitting around bleakly like this, wasting away their lives. There are greater things to be done, greater power to have. And he would help me along the way.
I have seen what he could do. What his powers mean. I had never seen such force, never felt it before in my life, and only thing, he asked of me, is to find this boy.
That was easy enough. I wasn't the top officer in the Ministry of Magic for nothing. The strange boy is his weakness, and I might be able to use the boy for my benefit.
Albus Dumbledore:
I am the new Headmaster of Hogwarts. The things will change from now on. I will see to that. For the sake of her memory, I won't fail the boy now. I shall risk everything for the boy, even if it means my job. I have thought through everything, carefully. And I knew this will work, it has to.
Long have I neglected my true duty, and I shall welcome him with open arms. I would have to tell him the truth, of course. But he's much too young. I shall tell him when the time is right.
Ishmael Stafford:
Albus had done it. I knew he said he would do it, but I still can't believe he had done it. A werewolf in Hogwarts? I just hope he knows what he is doing. It's far too risky. I don't like this one bit, but I knew it would the best. After all, Hogwarts was the most happiest place of my life. It would do good. Remus should have friends and importantly education.
At least I have two years to prepare for him to leave me. I shall dread the September of 1971.
I shall miss him. His quiet presence meant the world to me. He made me forget the worst and relive the best in life.
I sure hope Albus knows what he is doing. Forbidding him from the truth and me from telling him could turn badly, but I am sure he has his reason, and I must obey his wishes.
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Chapter 1: The Beginning
Year 1971
Lily Evans:"Excuse me. Can you help me find this platform?" My father asked another walk-by for the hundredth time now. He received strange stares for so many times, he decided he didn't care someone walking off without a word. How rude! I guess Londoners are like that. Big city folks, going about their busy lives, didn't have the time to learn some manners.
My parents were looking frantically as I was, trying to find where this Platform 9 ¾ was. I knew they could not have made mistake on the ticket. But clearly, there was no such thing as Platform 9 ¾.
And worst of all, my sister Petunia thinks it's wickedly funny. She can't hide her smile, even if she pretends to read her novel (novel my foot, it's stupid romance book!), which infuriates me. She has been acting very weird around me, ever since I've got the letter.
Maybe she is jealous of me going away, I mean I am the younger sister, I never did anything first. On a second thought, no way that could be it. She stated loudly that she's glad she is not a witch. She said the last word as if it's the most hideous and evil and vile thing there ever was. I think it's rather fascinating to learn there's this whole new secret world out there that I had not known. I would have to learn everything about them. And it's magic! I always knew there was magic around us. I mean, how does weatherman predicts the weather without a little help from magic!
My parents and I (Petunia claimed she had too much school work to go with us, but I think she didn't even want to see the places where magical folks shopped) went to Diagon Alley, only few days ago, to purchase load of stuffs for the Hogwarts. I've got my wand, new books(one even moved!), and the whole outfit for the school with the witch's hat and everything. It was like Halloween there, except everybody dressed the same styled clothes, instead of stupid masks and outfits of super heroes or something muggles.
I couldn't sleep yesterday, because I was so excited about going away to learn and live the magic! My mum said she couldn't wait to get an owl post from me. And father made me promise that I would send many of those letters as I can.
Maybe they would allow me my own owl next year. Petunia claims she's allergic to owls or any feathery creatures, so I ended up not getting one. Oh well, at least I get to send owl posts. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to receive or send anything until I visit home.
It was nearly 11 o'clock. And I was getting really worried. If I didn't make it to my ride, there is no way I could attend Hogwarts. I don't even know where the school was.
"Father, I think the ticket is rubbish, and we should all go home." Petunia whined as if sitting on my trunk was very exhausting and hard to do.
My father looked at his watch and looked anxiously toward me.
"We will find the platform, Petunia. Just stay with your sister, so you girls don't get lost on me." With that he walked away to find another passenger to ask. My mother went to visit lady's room, and hasn't come back. Maybe she got lost?
"Maybe you should be glad the ticket is a fake. I knew those people were weird the moment they sent those letters to you" Petunia said.
"The ticket is not a fake."
"Suit yourself." And she smiled one of her pompous teenage girly smile and moved her hair side to side.
"I know the platform is here somewhere. We just can't see it." I mumbled exasperated.
Suddenly, a soft voice came from my back. "You are going to Hogwarts?"
"Yes." When I whirred back, I was face to face with a boy my age. He was standing with a cart full of his trunk and little packages. I had to do a double take to make sure I was seeing him correctly and not imagining it. He had a light brown hair that a bit long for a boy, but I didn't know the wizard fashion, only thing that mattered was he was real. And he was standing there, talking to me.
"But I can't find the platform-"
"9 ¾?"
I broke out my huge smile and nodded excitedly. He, in return, smiled gently. His smile was really something… It never occurred to me, then, why he was alone.
"I know where that is. Come with me, I am going there too."
Remus Lupin:
Mr. Stafford hugged me tightly, then he shook my hand as if I was a man, not a mere boy.
"Good luck, Remus. You will be in the best of hands at Hogwarts."
"I will, sir. Thank you."
"Remember where the platform is?"
"Yes, sir."
Mr. Stafford tried to smile brightly, but it failed miserably as his eyes spark with fresh tears. I felt my eyes water a bit, but Mr. Stafford held up his stern face, and wiped my face with his handkerchief.
"No more tears, now, Remus."
I nodded bravely, but I was anxious, and, admittedly, sad.
"No more tears."
We hugged again, and after we parted, Mr. Stafford walked stiffly with his cane, his good leg supporting much of his weight. I waved him goodbye (even if he couldn't see me or looked back) as he disappeared from my view. Mr. Stafford never liked the crowds or muggle place. And maybe that was why we had lived in his castle, away from most of muggles and wizards.
He was my guardian since I was six. He had taken care of lost and family-less magical creatures for the Ministry of Magic. And one day, I came to his care, although I wasn't considered magical creature, but a dark creature. He was supposed to take care of me until I was to transfer to another care, but some how, he stubbornly decided to keep me there with him.
He was so happy for me, when I've got my letter. He had graduated from Hogwarts himself, and he is very proud to remind me every now and then. He told me thousands of stories about the House of Ravenclaws, how they won the House Cup for two times in a row, and the elusive Quidditch Cup that his house failed to win while he was there.
I maneuvered my cart through many muggles, my mind determined to find the platform and get on board of Hogwarts Express. I wasn't sad anymore, but excited and felt bigger and older than before. I was used to travel and moving places, for I had done them many times before, but this time, it was exciting, not dreadful. It was like an adventure.
My mind was occupied with my imagination of what the Hogwarts castle would look like, when I saw an older girl sitting on a cart and a younger girl standing in front of her. My moon sensitive ears caught their conversation, and I knew she was a first year like me.
Mr. Stafford was worried about me, more so than me being worried about what the other students might feel if they found out. He and I were very careful in our contacts when we went out, but this time, I knew I had to be extra careful. I didn't want to disappoint Professor Dumbledore by exposing myself. I told myself that I would act as normally as possible. Although, I am not sure what being normal means…I am sure I can figure it out.
For instance, I am sure helping the muggle born witch was very nice and normal thing to do. When I offered her my help, she beamed up so brightly that I felt her contentment going through me too. And I knew I was being very normal.
"I'm Lily. Lily Evans." She stated.
"Remus Lupin." We shook our hands like we were adults, but she broke out laughing and I grinned at each other's grownup-ness.
Soon Lily bided her family good bye. Her tall and kind looking father lifted her up toward him, and gave her a big raspberry kiss on her lips. Her beautiful mother kissed her the same way, but hugged her with kneeling, to be on the same height with her.
"Be sure to write, honey. Study hard and don't get into trouble now, you hear?"
"Yes, mum."
"If you need anything muggle be sure to tell me. I know you will miss the telly."
"Aw, father, I don't watch that many shows."
My heart ached and swelled at the sight of her loving family for I never knew my own. As I was wondering what the telly was, suddenly I was squeezed into a hug by her mother.
"Be sure to take care of Lily for me. She could be bit chatty and sometimes mean, but her heart is in right place." Mrs. Evans winked as Lily rolled her eyes.
"You ready?" Lily sighed out as if she couldn't wait to get away, but I knew she loved her parents the way she looked a bit misty eyed.
"Ready." I said. Together we walked straight into the wall between platform 9 and 10.
Lucius Malfoy:
I can't believe these mudbloods and muggle lovers! They have stepped countless time on my expensive robe; it's in near ruin! Do you know how much galleons my parents spent on it! Well, they certainly did not.
I just hope I get to Hogwarts soon, and never be in the same house as those kinds. I rather not go than be in the same house with them. Especially, that Potter and Black! Who do they think they are?
James Potter:
The first day is not going as calm as I thought it would. Mum told me not to get into trouble, but a minute later…sigh.
First, Sirius was late.
Second, he was running late, and made me get into a fight.
Third, I already made an enemy in name of Malfoy. It's all Sirius' fault! I can't believe he thought it was funny to ruin Malfoy's robe. It's typical of him. But then I had to come and wrestle him away from making a big huge fight of it.
Sure, that boy had called some names at him, but it doesn't mean, you should stoop to his level. You should have walked away, and be the better man. Actually, I think I would have fight him too. You can't just going around calling people the m-word and expected to get the sorry as a reply. Good thing we showed him some manner.
Thank merlin, the train is moving now.
Sirius Black:
The first day is going as exciting as I thought it would. I just hope it doesn't get too excited for my taste, because that mean I would end up getting a detention on the first day, and I know my mum would send me a howler.
I knew I shouldn't have been running, when I accidentally stepped on the boy's robe. Who would have known, he was already boggled about his stupid robe? Who wears their robe that early anyhow?! It is certainly not my fault that he had his robe laying around the walkway, where people walk to get somewhere.
Hmpt. I was only defending myself, when James came running in. That made it worse, because now that git was calling me names! That got me really angry, and never mind what James says, I can't stand anyone calling anyone those names, let alone ME! Then James got all offended in the name of justice and manner, and he made things much worst by stepping on his robe again. I hope Malfoy's dad gets him another robe, so we can step on it again, and again.
Now that I am calm and cheerful as I should be, I wonder which House I would be in. I know, any house would be worth being in, if that git is not in my house. Even the Hufflepuffs is okay with me.
Lily Evans:
Everything was so interesting. As soon as Remus and I went through the wall, I witnessed the first wizard duel (I am sure Remus saw them before) going on in the middle of the walkway. It didn't look very different from muggle fights, because basically there was lots of tumbling and stumping and punching.
I best thought not get any hits by walking farthest to get into the train, and Remus must felt the same, because he followed me without complains.
There were lots of taller and older students. One must have been in Seventh year, because he looked old and intimidating. I wish I was taller and older, so I won't feel so helpless anymore. At least I have a friend already. Even if he is a boy, he could almost pass as a girl, and he's nice.
My friend, Jenny, and I had made a pact long back when, that we would hate boys forever, but Remus isn't so bad. He's not annoying and loud like some boys we passed by, and he didn't bring his own pet, like me. When I asked why, he simply shrugged and said he never thought about the matter. I guess his parents were allergic to pets or something.
We've found an empty compartment, and we helped each other carry our trunks inside. And soon after we found ourselves a comfortable seat, two girls busted in and asked to stay. So Remus and I looked at each other and nodded.
"My name is Jo and she is Meg." A taller girl said nudging the shorter girl.
"Hi, I am Lily, and this is Remus." I pointed to Remus, and he shyly smiled and waved at the two girls.
Meg looked surprised and blurted out, "You are a boy?"
"He is!" Jo exclaimed.
"Oh my Merlin, you are." Meg said in a surprised tone and looked back and forth at Remus and me. I guessed they were in girls only club phase still.
Remus looked uneasy. "Umm, yes. How do you do?" He held out his hand uncertainly.
Before Jo could take it, Meg took and shook it eagerly. Then Jo elbowed Meg, and shook his hand herself and giggled madly. Remus looked less uneasy, but still taken back. He looked back at me and shrugged.
Both girls started to giggle again and began to whisper to each other. As I watched the exchange I realized the reason why they acted like that. They were way into boys, like into David Cassidy, those teen idols Monkeys, or whatever. Or in Petunia's case, the Beatles. Honestly, I don't think George is cuter than Paul. Ringo's way cuter, although I will never admit that to anyone.
I guessed all girls are the same, a witch or a muggle.
Meg was whispering, "He is so cute. I can just eat him up. He said how do you do, like he's a prince or something. You know, Prince Andrew is cute."
And Joe goes, "He's so cute, but he's too young for me." Lots of giggles and then, "Prince Charles is way cuter, besides, he's going to be the king someday, you know." And on and on and on.
Well, I hope I never act like them. Where did all the feminism gone to? What? Boys? Prince? I thought witches and wizards are not into muggle royalties. What on earth are they talking about? Why can't they talk about something interesting, like magic for a change?
Remus Lupin:
Lily seemed quiet. I wondered if she was mad about something, but maybe she was just being considerate listener. Meg and Jo were talking so fast and laughing, I could hardly understand them.
Full Moon was only three days ago, and I could still feel the pull in my body. I couldn't concentrate on the conversation. I try to look interested, but I began to wonder whether Mr. Stafford was safely back to Dafford with Wardley.
Sirius Black:
I am in Gryffindor. I can't believe it. I thought I would be a Ravenclaw for sure. I was the first one to be in Gryffindor. Then a girl named Lily Evans came. She looked bit sick up at the front, but now she's even smiling at her friend up front.
"Gryffindor!"
We all got up and cheered and clapped for the newest member. He sat down breathlessly next to Lily. More first year girls came after him, but I wasn't paying much attention to girls.
I watched the boy, who was cheerfully talking to Lily. Then he caught my eyes, and I smiled and gave him a wave. The boy named Remus nodded and smiled a bit as Lily and rest of the Gryffindors got up again to welcome Peter Pettigrew, who sat next to me.
"Alright!" I patted his shoulder as Peter acknowledged everyone's welcomes.
"Thanks," Peter muttered happily. His attention was back to the front, where James was sitting, waiting to be placed in the house.
"Gryffindor!" With that we all got up and cheered again.
"I knew I would see you come crawling after me." I laughed and welcomed James. James was no surprise; both of his parents were Gryffindors. I think it's the best house for sure. Great thing that Malfoy went to Slytherin. I hope he stinks like the rest of his house.
"Shuddup, Black." He hit me back, but it was only a playful gesture. I could see that he was relieved to be over with the hat ceremony.
"James, this is Lily Evans, Remus Lupin, and uh…" I looked at Peter beside me and remembered, "This is Peter."
"Hello. Hello. Hello. Don't mind Sirius. He likes to be loud." James said.
"I can tell." Lily muttered under her breath, but I heard what she said. I knew she would be trouble from that moment on. I glared at her with my eyes, but then the food appeared out of no where so I had to forgive her.
The dinner was excellent, and I couldn't wait to get to Gryffindor dormroom. James, Peter, and another first year, Daniel Jones, were talking excitedly about Quidditch teams the whole dinner, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from Remus.
There was something about him. I didn't know what, but something. Remus was talking cheerfully with Lily and the group of first year girls. Heck, even the second year girls were trying to talk to the boy. No, cooing over him was more like it.
I could catch the words like "smart," "cute" and "nice" as the girls were talking near me.
"You look like a girl," I said loudly toward the group, and as I watched Remus' face change from paleness to healthy red blush, I felt my heartbeat a bit faster for some reason.
"Yeah. What's got to do with you?" Lily shot out at me like she's his mother or something.
"Nothing." I said as I looked at Lily. I wasn't trying to make anything of it, I swear. What's with this girl?
"Oh he didn't mean anything by it," James quickly added.
"It's fine." Remus said quickly as if he didn't want any more trouble to arise. He looked back at Lily to make sure she was okay with it too, and I looked back at Lily. And she was glaring at me with her green eyes. And I lost the eye glare match. I looked away first.
That. Had. Never. Happened. To. Me. Sirius Black never lose a glare match with a GIRL.
I think I like all the first year Gryffindors. Except Lily. She's too touch, touch with everything. Can't she relax and not take everything as an insult?
Lily Evans:
I knew Sirius Black would be trouble the moment I sat down on the Gryffindor table. He was the boy who got into a fight on the platform the first day of school. The first day!
And now he made fun of Remus, just because he didn't look like some stupid boy, or act like some stupid stupid boy, doesn't give that stupid boy the right to make Remus feel bad about it.
The prefect showed us where to go as soon as we entered the hole. The first year girls' room is near the first year boys' room, but they were facing each other, thank god. I don't think I could bear sleeping if the girls' room was below the boys' room when all the first year boys were being loud and rowdy.
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