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"Everywhere else is full."

"Well, you might as well sit here. Unless you want to sit in the hallway." He shrugged.

Remus nodded and awkwardly slid close the door. He sat in the corner.

"So… who are you?"

"I'm Remus Lupin." He answered promptly. Everybody glanced over to him.

"I'm Peter!" The blonde boy squeaked eagerly. He had a short pudding bowl haircut.

"I'm Potter." One of them said. Remus raised his eyebrows.


"James Potter." He said again.

Remus looked expectantly at the last boy.

"I'm Sirius Black." He replied as well, and slumped back into his seat.

"It's nice to meet all of you." Remus said quietly.

"Frog?" The boy named James asked Remus, who shook his head.

"I'm not much of a sweet-tooth."

"What?" Sirius asked disbelievingly. "How can you not like chocolate?"

Remus shrugged. "I've just never really had it before."

Sirius ripped the frog out of James' hand and offered it to him. "Then trust me, you'll love it."

He took the frog gently and unwrapped it, finding a chocolate frog resting in the middle. He poked it; it seemed so real. But it passed his test and he slid it into his mouth.

"It's positively delicious."

Remus slid the chocolate frog into his mouth, licking the sides before letting it melt on his tongue. His eyes closed.


"Eating chocolate again, Remus?" A boy asked, who was swiftly walking into the dormitory.


"I don't understand. You love chocolate but hate every other sweet in the world, practically." The boy started folding some of this clothes.

"I know."

"When did you even start eating it?"

"The first day of Hogwarts, in the train? I was sitting in the compartment with some people who offered me chocolate, and I took it." Remus answered, and crumpled up the empty wrapper.

"Who were they?"

"I don't really remember. One of them is Head Boy." He said, squinting to remember.

"James Potter?" The boy asked incredulously. "You were friends with James Potter?"

"No. I didn't know him," Remus said. "I just accepted the chocolate he gave me."

The boy whistled. "I wouldn't have been surprised if there was a Fudge Fly in it. Potter is a real prankster." He said heavily.

"Really?" Remus asked. "He seemed nice on the train."

"He was eleven, then. Who was he with again?"

"I dunno," Remus repeated. "They were just as nice as him."

"So many people told me never to get mixed up with Potter. He'd stuff apples down your pants while you're sleeping."

Remus laughed, rolled off of his bed, and threw the candy wrapper into the bin. He ruffled in his trunk for his robes.

"I haven't talked to him since."

"Well, maybe that's for the best." The boy responded, and neatly piled his clothing into the trunk.

Remus pulled out his robes and fastened his Prefect Pin to the front of them.

"It happened a long time ago, anyway. The only reason I was talking to them was because all the other compartments were full."

The other boy laughed. "Have you had breakfast yet?"

"No. I'll go with you." Remus straightened out his robes and smiled, walking down the steps to the common room carefully.

"What house are they in now?"

"Gryffindor," Remus responded. "I think."

"What if you would have become friends?"

"A Gryffindor and a Ravenclaw?" Remus asked incredulously. He laughed. "We never would have because we're not in the same house."

"I suppose."

They reached the Great Hall where bustling students were still eating breakfast. The two of them joined the rest of the Ravenclaws at the table, greeting them all courteously, before digging into their helpings of eggs and toast.

"I have Ancient Runes after this," Remus said to the rest of the people at his section of the Ravenclaw table. "Did we have homework in that class?"

Many people murmured their response. "No. But we did during Arithmancy. You're in that class, right?"

Remus nodded, pouring himself a generous amount of orange juice.

"I'll have to cut my breakfast short. I came down here a bit late."

"Were you stealing my chocolate, Remus?" One of the boys asked with a grin.

"No. I just stole my own." He smiled, took one last gulp of his toast, and hurried off to his first class with a number of Ravenclaws behind him.

He climbed the stairs to the classroom, trudging along a bit faster than he normally would, when he heard a commotion going on one flight up. He quickened his pace to find out what was going on, since he was, after all, a Prefect.

Remus stepped on the last marble staircase and jogged along the corridor, when he collided with something – or no, someone, rather painfully.

His forehead throbbing, he fell backwards, his back hitting the marble wall. His eyes were shut.

"What the hell – oh." A voice said, and Remus slid down the marble wall.

"Ahh." He said quietly, rubbing his temples.

"Er – you okay?" The something he had bumped into said. Remus felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Peachy." Remus responded, and squinted through one eye.

There was a boy, his same year, with a Gryffindor tie hanging loosely off of his neck and sleek black hair falling into his forehead.

"Alright. I think you broke my shoulder bone." The boy said.

"Did I?" Remus said, still rubbing his temples. "I didn't see you."

"Who are you again?" The boy said, and Remus took his hand off of his face momentarily.

"Remus Lupin. Who are you?"

"Sirius Black."

The second their hands touched in a handshake Remus jerked his hand away.

"No way." He said.

"Er – yes way."

"You're Sirius Black?" Remus asked again.

"Yeah. Have you heard of me?" He asked rather huskily, cocking his eyebrow.

"I was in your train compartment the first day of school. You gave me chocolate," Remus said, remembering suddenly. "You and the boy James."

Sirius' brows furrowed. "James and I were in your compartment?"

"The first year of school."

"Was Peter there too?"

"Yes, Peter Pettigrew." Remus said, remembering it as Sirius said his name.

Sirius looked at him carefully. "I don't remember."

"Well, I figured," Remus said, sighing. "I'm not in your house or anything."

"I remember a little now. Were you the boy who said he had never had chocolate before in his life?"

"Yes." Remus said, nodding vigorously. He blushed a bit.

"Do you still not like chocolate?" Sirius asked, smiling.

"I love chocolate." He said quietly, and grinned slightly.

There was a bell overhead to exclaim the student's first classes beginning and Sirius and Remus both immediately stepped away from each other.

"Yeah, so…" Sirius said, hitching up his bag. "I guess I'll see you around."

Remus nodded, and began to walk the other way toward the Ancient Runes classroom.

So that was the boy who he had been in the compartment with? Along with the scrawny James Potter and Peter Pettigrew. He remembered slightly now. They had gotten along great despite their different personalities, and then he had gone to Ravenclaw and James and Sirius and Peter had all gone to Gryffindor. Were they all friends?

Sirius was a lot better looking now. He may have been fit and slender back then, but he was muscle now too, with his sleek hair shining into his face, not short choppy black hair that brushed his forehead barely. He was a lot more macho than he had ever looked seven years ago. So that was Sirius Black?

Remus took a seat in class, getting out his parchment and quill to prepare for the lesson.


His homework neatly folded in his bag, Remus walked along the corridor toward his next class. Mumbling over his notes that were basically engraved into his brain, he walked down a couple staircases when he heard somebody yelling in the corridor next to him.

He was still a Prefect, but he wasn't running to check things out. He started walking toward the noise and the scene that was roaring pretty loudly in the next hallway.

He rounded the corner and saw a boy with untidy black hair yelling at a boy three feet away from him, both of their wands raised. Remus furrowed his brow in disgust.

"Now stop, stop, STOP! I am a Prefect–" He started importantly, stomping his foot and trying to yell over the noise.

"Shut up!" The boy with the untidy black hair yelled, and Remus shut up. He was looking lividly at the paused battle.

"I will not," Remus said infuriatingly. "Now listen here. If you don't stop this ridiculous rumpus I will put you in detention–"

"Fifty points from whatever house you're in!" The boy yelled, and Remus shut up again.

"What the hell are you talking about–"

"I am Head Boy, which will top snobby old Prefect any day! If you don't shut up and leave the scene I will put you in detention! Haha!" The boy yelled triumphantly. Remus stopped altogether.

"You're James Potter?"

There was an uncomfortable pause. "Yeah. How do you know me?"

"I was in your compartment the first day of school on the train."

James was puzzled obviously. He smirked. "I was with Sirius and Peter on the first day on the train."

So the boy would remember Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew but not him?

"You gave me a chocolate frog. Don't you remember?"

"No," James said. "Are you a Ravenclaw?"

"Yeah. Probably why you don't remember me." Remus reasoned.

"What's your name?" James asked sharply.

"Remus Lupin."

There was another pause as James surveyed Remus with a disbelieving face.

"I don't remember you. It's sort of a surprise that you do me."

"I have a good memory," Remus said, shrugging. "Are you going to give me those fifty points back?"

"What? Oh."

But another boy was walking up to James, clapping him on the shoulder. It was Sirius.

"Hey mate – oh. Hi Remus. How's your head?" Sirius asked.

"Er – better. Um, I have somewhere to be. I'll leave you to – to your business." Remus said, excusing himself, and leaving the corridor. He could hear James talking about him as he walked away.

So is that why they all remembered each other? Were they all friends?

And then he wondered, would he have been friends with the three troublemakers if he was in Gryffindor? Would he be friends with probably the most opposite people from him in the school?


But one thing Remus doesn't remember is that opposites attract, and especially ones who gave each other the love of chocolate a long time ago.

AN: No, this isn't James/Remus. I haven't written something – no, I haven't posted something in a long time. I've written other stories but they're not done. But I felt like writing this one a lot. It's my first M rated story but it won't be M until chapter... like 7 or something. So… there! R&R!