Chapter 116 - 116- true friends and snow (part 2)

Fred's POV

While creating snow ball war inside the castle was incredible, what made it even better was the fact they didn't do anything and couldn't be blamed, after all, no one in their right mind could imagine two students filling the entire school with snow.

Therefore, the blame went to the other prankster group this castle had, even though only two of them were here right now- the Marauders.

Prongs, Padfoot, Moony and wormtail - the Marauders, until two months ago they used to the twins heroes, their role models, not any more.

Knowing who they really are, not the public version, but who they are when all the masks dropped, made them disgusted.

Prongs or James Potter who was known as a hero in the wizarding world for the actions of his son, was someone they despised long ago, ever since he threw Harry away like used garbage after being sorted into Slytherin, before even knowing he left his one year old child for 10 years and barley apologized for it, the Weasley have a code of their own, family before all, as long as they consider someone family they would never abandon them, it was why they knew, 100% - that he was garbage.

Wormtail or Peter Pettigrew who knowingly betrayed his friends and their children to Voldemort, with the encouragement of the headmaster as support.

Pudfoot or Sirius Black, who as a 16 years old almost made his friend a murderer.

And Moony, who they would have respected, after all, he was a werewolf prankster- how awesome is that? But he became something worse then all, except, you know, the other three- a teacher.

Anyway, those four deserve the screaming James Potter got from McGonagall after they convinced the professor they wouldn't know how to make snow fall in the entire school, even if they didn't do it.

After the screaming was over, and both James Potter and Professor Lupin were on snow cleaning duty, came the Christmas breakfast feast, and let him tell you, it was LEGENDARY! Never mind the food, although it was great, they were talking about the surprise gift crackers, the ones they heard about from their friends who stayed before, the ones that gave many kinds of gifts, the ones they asked the headmaster to put in monster duel cards.

"Oh my god."

"I got a Santa Claus card!"

"I got a winter solace ritual card!"

"Someone want a snow monster? It doesn't work with my fire deck."

"Sure, only if you would take this goblin card."

Those kind of talks were all around the table, making the professors smile at them, and they even heard Snape talk quietly about how they use their creativity productively, instead on pranks, which made them pale at the horror and start planning their next one, after all, they have a reputation to up hold.

They were so into their next prank idea, that they almost missing Harry walking in.

Harry's POV

Walking into the grand hall in the middle of breakfast usually doesn't make much noise, but this was Christmas.

So, of course almost every eye in the Hall was looking at him, even if just so they can say merry Christmas.

Normally, he wouldn't care, he wasn't part of the group in Slytherin that antagonize everyone, nor was he someone special people noticed, the Fidelius charm made sure of it.

Yet this year has one huge difference from other years- the entire Potter family was sitting at the table right in front of him.

This entire year he managed to avoid the two people who gave him away, only to come back into his life and kill his parents.

He avoided eye contact, and the teachers' table, a notice me not was automatically on him whenever he noticed them, and rejected Lupin's half-assed attempts at reconnecting with him.

Why avoid them? Because everyone he sees them he gets so angry he can't control his rage even with Occlumency, and he isn't willing to stay close enough to say something or do something he would regret, like giving any of them a clue as to what is happening to their bank account or how telling the news about their abandonment might affect public opinion, no, he needed to do it at the right time, hit them when they are low.

Now though, now he has to survive a polite conversation with them, magic help him.

Remus' POV

Coming back to school wasn't an easy choice, even if he came as a professor.

Even if he has the necessary qualifications to teach, at the very least more then Snape.

Even if the school desperately need a competent DADA teacher, something it didn't have for more then two years.

Even if he needed the job to be able to stay in the country.

He wasn't willing!

He wasn't willing to become the school charity project once more- the werewolf the headmaster let in, when there are a hundred more he didn't.

He wasn't willing to become the one in debt once more, feeling the need to do as Dumbledore say with guilt whenever he failed.

No, he would rather move to the states.

Yet here he was, and there are two reasons why- Sirius and Harry.

Sirius, one of his best friends in school, who betrayed them has escaped prison to hunt one of his nephews in all but blood, he would catch him, he have to.

As for Harry, if his brother is the boy who lived, Harry is the child who was abandoned, who because of things he can't control, like his brother's fame, or his house, was thrown aside, Remus know this feeling, he felt this way with his parents ever since he was bitten. So he came to connect with him.

That didn't work out.

His attempt at learning about him subtly, by looking at his greatest fear and maybe convince him to talk with him about it, thus having a meal with him, was a failure, yet success.

The boy ran after Neville Longbottom, never giving him the chance, yet showing he didn't care for the bad blood between the houses.

He tried asking if he needed help, yet the boy showed himself to be his parents' child, having perfect test scores in the theoretical part, and being good enough in the practical.

In the end he waited for a chance to get to know him.

It was now.

Christmas, the time a year muggles always use for family time and to make peace is the perfect time to talk, and to make James, Lily, Marcus and Harry talk.

And even better, to make peace, he just really wanted them back as a family.

"Hey Harry, merry Christmas." The look on his face was the less then impressed Remus was starting to get used to on severus' face.

"Merry Christmas, Remi." The mocking tone in his voice couldn't be mistaken.

"Mr Peverel! 10 points from Slytherin! Give your Professor respect!" Minerva- how weird was it to think about her as anything else but Professor McGonagall - yelled.

"I'm extremely sorry Professor, I thought for a second that we know each other intimacy."

If Remus was someone else.

If he wasn't a werewolf who stood against other werewolves as everyone around were shit-talking about his species without giving anyone the idea he is one.

If he wasn't a Marauder who withstood countless investigations about pranks they did without getting caught.

If he wasn't those things, he might have cringed from the tone Harry was speaking with, and maybe the pride Severus let appear on his face, but he didn't, instead, he smiled his nicest, most genuine smile he could manage right now and said "It's fine Minerva, it's Christmas. Harry, You can call me however you like, Professor Lupin, Remus, Lupin, Uncle Moony, and even Remi, as long as it isn't in class."

The blank look the boy had on his face made him look as if he had no answer to it, but Remus, as someone who tried most of the magical and muggle methods to relax and control his emotions could see it was Occlumency, making him almost scowl.

Who could have taught this 13 years old this advance mind technique that suppress emotions? Why would they? It's not like he's a pureblood?!

"I would like to have a conversation with you in my office about this unreasonable anger it appears you feel about me."

The deep breath the boy was talking before saying "Yes Professor Lupin." made him know this wouldn't be a nice, peace filled conversation, but a conversation that needs to be held