The Year of Remus Lupin (Part 1) | Remus Lupin Imagine
Fifth year is the year that your world gets turned, even
more-so, upside down. Luckily, it’s for the better.
Fifth year is the year that you succeeded and really found
yourself and accepted your flaws.
Fifth year is the year that one person would change your
life for good.
Fifth year is the year of Remus Lupin.
You are a half-blood witch with a rather strange blood
abnormality; you’re half mermaid.
Your mother is a mermaid and your father is a pureblood wizard.
They met while your father was traveling along the British coast. They fell in
love and got married. They moved into a small house on a lake. And next thing
they knew, you were born.
You weren’t like the merpeople found in Black Lake, not very
human-like. You were more like the classic mermaids you see in movies,
half-human, half-fish. The thing most people don’t know about being a
merperson, is that you aren’t stuck as a merperson and forced to live in the
water for life, you have the opportunity to go on land and transform your tail
in for legs every Full Moon. But if you go into the water on the Full Moon and
remain in the water until sunrise, you will be stuck with a tail until the next
Full Moon, same thing happens if you go on land with your legs. However, being
half mermaid, the same rules apply, but you experience transformations twice a
month, on the Full Moon and on the New Moon. But with the New Moon, the rules
for the Full Moon don’t apply. So, you just go into the water, if you’re human,
and your tail forms, but when you leave the water and dry off, it turns back
into your legs.
So, being a mermaid, even just half, you have a strange
affliction for water. You love swimming and just being immersed in water, you
always have even since you were a small child.
You experienced your first transformation on your twelfth
birthday, regardless of it being a Full or a New Moon. Your mother was in the
water with you the whole time; meanwhile, your father was watching from the
shore as giddy as can be. The pain you felt as your legs fuse together into a
tail, was indescribable and excruciating. Truthfully, the pain hasn’t gotten
better with time. Your legs, once fused, became a beautiful tail with vibrant
lilac scales. You wore your bikini top so you wouldn’t be topless, as most
mermaids are. But you had never felt as free as you did the night of your first
Now here we are, the beginning of Fifth year, you’re sat on
the train in a compartment with your best friend, Lily Evans, and the rest of
your friends, Marlene McKinnon, Alice, and Dorcas Meadowes. Out of this group
of girls, only Lily knew about your “Scaly Situation.” Typically, she
would accompany you to Black Lake on the nights of your transformation. You’d
swim around the edge of the lake while Lily told you about her hatred for James
Potter or would go over spells and charms with you.
You excused yourself from the compartment to go find the
sweets trolley, and were walking along the train corridor when all of a sudden
you heard what sounded like an explosion coming from the compartment you were
Curiosity would be your downfall one day, because next thing
you know you’re throwing the door of the compartment which had just
“exploded” and found yourself face-to-faces with the infamous
Their heads snapped to the sudden opening of the compartment
door. Looking at you with wide eyes, they all had a shocked expression on their
faces. After a spilt second, Sirius’ face morphed from shocked into a slight
smirk, James’ facial expression became excited because his childhood friend was
standing in the doorway, Remus had a guilty/embarrassed look on his face,
meanwhile, Peter’s face was covered in soot.
You took in the scene in front of you: four boys, one
covered in soot, two of them holding their wands towards Peter, and the last
one looking like he’d rather be anywhere but there.
Thousands of questions flooded your mind, but you figured
you’d be better off not knowing. So, you smiled and greeted the boys,
“Hello guys! How were your summers?” You shut the compartment door
and sat next to James. He pulled you into a side hug.
“Hey Bug, summer was pretty lame. Didn’t do much, just
hung out with these three. How was your summer?” You laughed as James
referred to you by your childhood nickname, Bug, which he gave you when you
guys were six because he dared you to eat a bug and you did it.
“Hahaha. I traveled with my mom and dad this summer. We
went to America; it was so cool! The muggles there are so strange!”
They asked you more about your trip and you gladly told them
all about it. You told all sorts of stories of what strange things had happened
in America and how different American wizards and witches are from the ones in
the U.K. They all laughed at your poor attempt of an American accent and were
surprised by how even more oblivious American muggles are of the wizarding world
than the muggles here.
Little did you know, Remus was intently watching how you
talked with your hands and would stumble over your words because you’re so
excited and how your eyes lit up as you talked. Remus has been crushing on you
since the end of third year when you argued with your charms teacher over the
uses of some charms and why you couldn’t use some charms that older students
were learning in class because you’re only a third year. Remus thought you were
the prettiest girl in all of Hogwarts and he admired your bravery when it comes
to standing up for yourself and your friends to your peers, even older
students, and teachers when they crossed a line. Remus would also never tell
you that he liked you and like spending time with you because of his
lycanthropy. He is afraid of the potential rejection and discrimination he
could face if he were to tell you or you were to find out about his “furry
little problem” as James liked to call it.
James had told him that you wouldn’t discriminate or hate
him because of this curse. James knew about your “Scaly Situation”
because your mom had told him to watch out for you and make sure you weren’t
staying away from the water too long, if you went too long without getting in
the water, whether you’re transforming or not, you get sick. You didn’t know
that James knew this, but he wasn’t doing to pressure you into telling him;
he’d wait for you to come to him and you, eventually, would later this year.
After the Sorting Hat Ceremony and Welcome Back Feast, you
found yourself in Dumbledore’s’ office with Professor McGonagall and Filch.
You’ve had this same meeting every year since your transformation. Dumbledore
gave you permission to be out after curfew so you could go to the Black Lake
whenever you pleased, much to Filch’s chagrin. You also had permission to bring
people with you when you went to Black Lake. Filch always loses it at this
point. Students out of bed after curfew?
Merlin, who would allow such a thing?!
After your mermaid meeting with Dumbledore, McGonagall would
walk you back to the Gryffindor common room. You and Minnie, as you called her,
she never said to stop calling her that when it was just you two, instead she
gives you a look every time you call her Minnie, the two of you were rather
close. You would frequently find yourself for tea in her office during your
free period or after a long, stressful day. Before you told Lily you are
half-mermaid, Minnie would accompany you to the lake, so after your
transformations you always, even now after she stopped going with you, go to
her office for tea. She evens have the exact brand and type of tea you prefer
in a special cupboard that she also keeps your favorite mug in.
During the walk to the common room, the two of you talked
about your summers. You told her you traveled with your mother and father and
she started going on about how your father was one of the best transfiguration
students she’s ever had. You talked about what you would be learning this year
in transfiguration, your favorite class, she gladly told you what you would be
doing because you’re one of her favorite students, though she’d never admit it
out loud, and you’re her best student, even as a fifth year you’re better than
her seventh years and even better than Lily Evans, who was notorious for having
top marks in almost every class.
Once you arrived at the common room, you found the Marauders
sitting with Lily and Marlene. You made your way over and quietly sat in the
only spot left on one of the couches, next to Remus. You and Remus smiled at
one another as you got comfortable on the red couch.
After a minute or two of listening to the conversation, and
being totally lost, you leaned towards Remus and whispered, “What exactly are
they talking about? I am so confused.”
He chuckled and whispered back, “It started off with James
asking Lily out and her saying no. Then, Sirius and Marlene started flirting.
James, Sirius, Peter, and Marlene got into the topic of which classes they
think are going to suck. James said something which Lily got mad at, so they
bickered for a bit. Now, I honestly don’t know what they’re talking about. I
zoned out after a while.”
You nodded and chuckled at his response. So, the two of you
just sat there in silence listening to whatever the five students were talking
about in front of you two. Not an awkward silence, but a comfortable silence,
one that you very much enjoyed.
The next morning, you woke up slightly earlier than usual
because Lily was so excited for the first day of classes. You slowly made your
way into the bathroom to shower and get ready for the day. You threw on your
Gryffindor uniform, spent about five minutes fumbling with your tie, put on a
pair of thigh-high white socks and little black booties before starting on your
makeup. Just because you’re required to wear a uniform didn’t mean you were
going to look good as hell.
You have the obsession with makeup, you are constantly
raving about how much you love muggles for coming up with makeup and such good
quality makeup too. Your makeup collection is rather extensive, and are
constantly adding to it. Your parents often owl new makeup palettes and
products that come out because they know how much you love it. You do just a
classic cat-eye liner with a dark brown crease and a light, shimmery lid,
mascara, eyebrows, and face makeup (foundation, powder, blush, and this amazing
new thing called bronzer). You use a spell to quickly tame your Y/H/C hair and
grab your books and run down the stairs with your friends.
Once in the Great Hall, you indulge yourself in some French
toast and apple juice, while McGonagall begins handing out Gryffindor
time-tables. The Marauders all but waltz into the Great Hall late, as per
usual, and decide to sit next you and Lily, who is across from you. Remus sits
next to you, James next to Lily, Sirius on the other side of you, and Peter
next to James, because Marlene was next to Lily. Lily turns down James before
he can even form the pickup line he was going to use to ask her out. He sighs,
“Lily, one day you’re going to regret turning me down all these years once you
realize how perfect we are together.” Lily gives him a look of disgust and an
eye roll before turning back to her breakfast.
McGonagall finally reaches us and hands us our respective
schedules. You look at yours and see on Monday, you have History of Magic- 9-10:30,
Herbology- 10:30-12, Lunch, Double Potions- 1-3, and DADA- 3-4. On Tuesday, you
have Free Period- 9-10, Double Charms- 11-12, Lunch, Double Transfiguration-
1-3, and Ancient Runes- 3-4. On Wednesday, you have Ancient Runes- 9-10,
Transfiguration- 10-11, Herbology- 11-12, Lunch, Free Period- 1-2, Divination-
2-3, Potions- 3-4, and at Midnight you have Astronomy. On Thursday, you have
Charms- 9-10, Muggle Studies- 10-11, Potions- 11-12, Lunch, Double DADA- 1-3,
and Free Period. Finally, on Friday, you have Transfiguration- 9-10, Muggle
Studies- 10-11, Ancient Runes- 11-12, Lunch, Divination- 1-2, Charms- 2-3, and
You all compare schedules and all have the same classes,
minus the electives. Though, you did have Ancient Runes with Sirius and Remus,
and you had Divination with Lily, Marlene, and Peter. You also had Muggle
Studies with James, Remus, Dorcas, and Lily. Sadly, you all had Double Potions
with Slytherin, which neither house was happy about. You all finished breakfast
and made your way to History of Magic with Professor Binns, who just happened
to be the most boring professor ever, in your opinion. You made it to class
after a long journey, mostly because you had to keep stopping to prevent Sirius
from punching first years who were getting in the way and stepping on his
shoes. You sat with Lily at the table behind Marlene and Dorcas and in front of
Remus and Peter. You and Lily sat together in every class expect Potions,
because neither of you were very good at Potions and Astronomy where you sat by
Sirius because he knows everything about Astronomy.
History of Magic was boring as always and felt like it was
going on forever. Eventually, you started passing notes with Remus and played
this muggle game called M.A.S.H with Lily. You and Remus mostly talked about
any good books either of you had read and what you both did this past summer.
You happened to accidentally laugh out loud, right as the
class got quiet, causing Professor Binns to turn his attention away from the
Giant Wars he was droning on about to you. He floated over to your seat, “Miss.
Y/L/N, what is so funny about the giant wars?”
You blushed and stuttered out a response, “Uh, nothing, uh,
Professor Binns, Sir. Sorry.”
“What is that you’re, poorly, covering with your arms, Miss.
Your eyes widen immensely, you frantically looked around,
locking eyes with Remus, before looking back to the ghost form of your
professor. “Uh, a note, professor.” You looked down at your desk, embarrassed.
“Miss. Y/L/N, I would not expect you, of all people, to be
passing notes in class on the first day. I’m very disappointed. Detention, this
evening at seven o’clock.”
You’ve had detention before, but never on the first day. You
were also mortified, being called out like that when everybody knows that
you’re one of the top students of your year. “Yes, Professor.” You mumbled not
making eye contact.
Professor Binns turned to continue his lecture when a
familiar voice spoke up, “Professor, I gave that note to Y/N, sir. She isn’t
the only to blame.”
The whole class turned to the source of the voice, Remus
Lupin. You looked at him shocked that he was throwing himself under the bus, as
the muggles say, for you. You two locked eyes and you mouthed to him asking
what he was doing, he just dismissed what you just asked him. Professor Binns
looked as Remus, a little thrown off guard, and shook his head in
“Well, I guess detention for you too, Mr. Lupin. I’m very
disappointed in you, being a prefect and all.”
Class continued on without a hitch, it finally ended and
Professor Binns told you and Remus that you would report to Filch this evening
at seven o’clock. You ran after Remus on your way to Herbology with Professor
Sprout. You pulled Remus off to the side, and he told the rest of the Marauders
to go on without him, and he turned to you.
“What’s up, Y/N?”
You were baffled, how could he be so calm about this? He
just got a detention for you, and he’s a prefect, and it’s the first day of
classes! “’What’s up, Y/N?’ Really? That’s all you have to say? Remus, why did
you do that? You didn’t have to get a detention for me.” You rested your hand
on his bicep, looking at him in the eye.
“Well, I was the one who started passing notes with you. I
couldn’t let you just take all the blame. I’d feel horrible. It’s really no big
deal, Y/N.” He just shrugged.
After that he just dropped the topic and the two of you just
walked to Herbology together. You both got there a little late because Remus
stopped to help a first year find the charms classroom, so the two of you had
to be partners.
You were now into the last half of the school year, and you
were overjoyed. Being half-mermaid, the winter months were the worst for
transformations, mostly because the water is cold, which doesn’t bother you that
much, but it’s still annoying, but the cold winter air was the worst. Lily
didn’t join you as much in the winter because of the cold, which you
understood, but it made for your transformations to be rather lonely.
One night, you were heading back in from Black Lake when you
heard talking coming from over by the Whomping Willow. You pressed yourself
against a tree, straining to hear whoever was outside on a chilly, spring
night. You could see two figures by the Whomping Willow in the light of the Full
Moon, you could make them out as James Potter and Peter Pettigrew. You were
confused as to why James and Peter would be out this late, especially without
the other two Marauders. You heard James speaking frantically to Peter about
“We need to keep Moony away from Black Lake tonight.”
“Why? You always tell us to keep him away from Black Lake,
and we do, but why are you freaking out so much tonight?”
James stuttered, trying to word his response correctly, “Uh,
I saw Y/N sitting by the water and she’s one of my closest friends, I can’t let
anything happen to her.”
As Peter went to reply, you saw Sirius holding Remus up away
from the Whomping Willow. Remus looked really cut up and badly injured. You
couldn’t help but gasp out of concern, which caused Sirius to snap his head in
your direction. He whispered something to James, who looked to your hiding spot
and took off towards you. As James approached you, you saw Remus collapse to
the ground bringing Sirius down with him, causing you to step out from behind
James looked back towards his friends and back to you, “Bug…
you shouldn’t be out here this late. Let me take you back to the common room…”
Obviously trying to steer you away from what was going on behind him.
You ignored him and pushed past him running toward Remus.
You were extremely concerned, the two of you had grown quite close this year
since your detention on the first day. Remus’ gaze met your briefly, as he
weakly moved onto his hands and knees. “REMUS!” You fell onto your knees with a
thud, wet hair smacking you in the face. You pushed your hair out of your face
and took his face in your hands.
“Oh, Remus. Are you okay? What happened?” You didn’t give
him a chance to respond as you frantically looked at the three boys watching
the two of you, “What happened? Who did this to him? Why were you guys out so
late, especially tonight?! We need to get him to Madame Pomfrey! Oh my Merlin,
After your outburst, Sirius pulled himself together and took
Remus’ weight and helped him stand up, you helped him up. James took Remus’
right arm and threw it over his shoulder and the two boys helped walk/carry
their injured friend to the hospital wing. Peter followed along behind the
three boys quietly.
You were walking next to James, who was uncharacteristically
quiet, biting your nails, a nervous habit of yours. The five of you made it to
the hospital wing and Madame Pomfrey wasn’t surprised to see the boys, but was
rather surprised to find you with them. She had treated you on a few occasions
when you cut your arms while swimming and has given you some medications to
help with the pain of the transformation. The four of you let Madame Pomfrey
work on Remus while you all watched. After a few minutes, you could tell the
boys were silently communicating with one another, your suspicions were proven
correct when Sirius nodded his head in your direction and James came over and dragged
you out into the hall.
He looked confused on what he wanted to say, or rather what
he could say without saying too much. He sighed and rubbed his temples, “Y/N, I
know.” Your eyes widened and met his bespectacled ones. You stuttered trying to
answer, “W-w-what do you m-mean?”
He sighed again, “Y/N, I know you’re a half-blood, and
half-mermaid. Your mother told me after your twelfth birthday. She told me to
watch out for you and to make sure you weren’t staying out of the water too
long. I didn’t tell you I knew sooner because I was hoping you’d tell me
yourself. But I know you normally aren’t out that late during your
transformations, so why were you out so late tonight?”
You were shocked he knew this, but you weren’t shocked that
your mother had told him. She always wanted what’s best for you, she worries
about your transformations because she knows how painful they are and she
wishes she could be there with you. You sighed, “James, I was going to tell
you. I really was. I just was swimming and I lost track of time. You can’t tell
the other Marauders! Or anyone for that matter. But the real question is why
were you all out of bed? And what happened to Remus and why did you need to
keep him away from me?”
He gave you a sad look and put a hand on your shoulder,
“Sorry, Bug, I can’t tell you. It’s complicated. But, I won’t tell the other
boys about your secret. You have my word.”
You went to reply saying that wasn’t good enough when
Professor McGonagall came down the hall. “Miss. Y/L/N, I was beginning to worry
when you didn’t show up for tea. Is everything alright? Please, come with me.
I’ll walk you back to the common room, we can have tea tomorrow. Mr. Potter, I
believe you know where you need to be.” She said while putting an arm around
you and giving James a pointed look.
He nodded and went back into the hospital wing and you and
McGonagall began walking back towards the common room.
You got into bed that night with your mind racing of
scenarios of what could’ve happened the sandy haired boy you cared for. Knowing
that he got hurt so badly made you feel ill, he meant so much to you and you
hated to see him hurting. You groaned and put a pillow over your face as you
tried to push images of you sitting by Remus’ hospital bed holding his hand
while brushing his hair out of his face and other sweet tender moments that
would never happen between the two of you out of your head. You couldn’t help
but like the mysterious boy, not only as a friend, but romantically as well.
Unfortunately for you, he’d never feel the same. Or so you thought.
Meanwhile, Remus was in the hospital wing freaking out to
his friends about the events that had occurred earlier in the night. You came
way to close to knowing his monstrous secret, he couldn’t bare it if you had
gotten hurt because of him. James assured him it wouldn’t happen again, when
Peter decided to speak up, “James, why was Y/N’s hair wet?” James panicked and
came up with the lame excuse that you had fallen into the Black Lake, which is
true since you were in the lake, you just didn’t fall in. The other boys
dismissed it, except Sirius, who didn’t quite believe his best mate and made it
his mission to find out why you were really out by the lake that night.
The next week or so Remus avoided you like the plague;
meanwhile, Sirius was all for becoming your new best friend. Every chance he
got, he was walking with you in the halls, sitting by you in classes and meals,
he even followed you into the library. One day were walking down the halls,
when you pushed Sirius into a deserted classroom.
“Sirius, why do you have the overwhelming urge to follow me
around like a lost puppy?”
“There’s something about you. Something you’re hiding from
us, except James, he knows but he won’t tell us. So, until you tell me what it
is, I’m going to stick to you like, what’s that muggle thing called, oh, glue.”
He said with a devilish smirk, you knew there was no way to get rid of him,
until he found what he was looking for and he had been rather annoying lately.
You saw no other way out of this, you told him the truth. Sadly, when you told
him, he couldn’t stop making fish and aquatic related puns. He was even more
annoying than before, but he was also fascinated by you. He swore he wouldn’t
tell, on the condition that he could come with you on the New Moon to watch
your transformation. You agreed, saying he could bring James with him.
The two of you left the empty classroom with Sirius’ arm
draped around your shoulder, making more puns. Little did the two of you know
that a certain werewolf had seen the two of you and automatically assumed the
worst. His best mate and the girl he fancied. Together. In an empty classroom.
He was heartbroken, and to say the least, he was seeing red. Fury.
The week of the New Moon you were feeling worse than normal.
You normally get into the water once between the Full Moon and the New Moon,
but this time around you never made it out to the lake. You were drowning, no
pun intended, in homework and you were trying, desperately, to get Remus to talk
Finally, you had managed to catch Remus alone in the common
room, you cornered him with hopes of him talking to you. “Remus, please talk to
me. What did I do wrong? You’ve been avoiding me for two weeks!”
He glared at you and rolled his eyes, trying to get back to
the Herbology essay he was writing. You kept pleading for him to talk to you,
when he finally snapped. “Y/N. Shut up. For the love of Merlin, just shut up. I
have nothing to say to you except for the fact that I can’t believe that you
would sleep with Sirius. He’s my best mate! I thought you were different. But,
I obviously was wrong, you’re just like every other girl in this bloody school,
easy and just looking for a quick shag. You disgust me. Don’t talk to me.” With
that he glared at you, neither of you noticing the other three Marauders and
Lily and Marlene standing in the entrance of the common room.
That was until Sirius spoke up, “Woah, Moony, you’ve got
this all wrong…”
Remus then snapped at Sirius, “Oi, shut up, Padfoot. Of
course you’d jump to her defense, you’re fucking her for crying out loud. I’m
surprised though, I thought even you had standards.”
Next thing you knew, your feet were carrying you out of the
common room and out towards the lake. You couldn’t see through your tears, but
you had taken the route hundreds of time before, so you found yourself at the
edge of the lake in no time. You collapsed onto your knees, burying your face
into your hands. How could Remus say such
a thing? Is that really how he thought of you? You sat at the edge of the
lake crying for what felt like ages.
Back in the common room, James had dragged Remus upstairs by
his collar and proceeded to scream at him for being so rude to you. While James
was yelling at Remus, he may have accidentally told Remus your dirty little
secret. Remus was shocked to hear your secret and to finally figure out what
had actually happened between you and Sirius that day he saw the two of you
leaving the empty classroom. He felt like such a jerk. He had never been so
angry with himself before. He just wanted to hold you in his arms and apologize
profusely. He asked James where he could find you, and James told him that he
better be going to apologize or else he’d regret it, then proceeded to tell him
where you were.
You heard footsteps approaching, you sniffled, “James, go
away. I want to be alone right now.” You were expecting James to ignore you and
sit next to you and wrap an arm around you and reminisce your childhood
adventures together, knowing that it would bring a smile to your face.
What you weren’t expecting was the response you got. “Y/N…”
You froze at the sound of his voice, but you didn’t turn to face him. He sat
next to you and stared out at the dark water, “I-uh-I’m a… a werewolf.” You
snapped your head toward the lanky, sandy haired boy next to you. He didn’t let
you respond as he rambled on, “I know you probably hate me for what I said
earlier. I just saw you and Sirius leave that classroom one day and I assumed
the worst. I’m sorry. You don’t disgust me, actually, quite the opposite. You
make my heart race and you are so intoxicatingly beautiful. I-I’ve liked you
since the end of third year. You are so smart and funny and gorgeous and kind
and you deserve the best and… and how could you ever like a monster like me? James told me you’re
half-mermaid, and don’t be mad at him it just slipped out. I’m sorry if I
ruined our friendship. I understand if you hate me. I also understand if you
don’t want to be my friend anymore because I’m a monster.” Remus started to get
up and leave, but you grabbed his hand pulling him back down towards you,
signaling him to stay.
You looked at him and traced your fingers over the scar that
ran along his face. You cupped his face in your hands, making him look at you,
“Remus, you aren’t a monster. You’re a beautiful human being with a beautiful
soul, who just happens to jump to conclusions sometimes. You didn’t ruin our
friendship, but what you did say tonight hurt, it really did. But you are right
about one thing. I don’t want to be your friend anymore.”
Remus could’ve sworn he felt his heart break. He just opened
up to you and you don’t want to be his friend anymore. Merlin, could things get any worse? “I don’t want to be your friend
anymore, because I want to be more than that. I’ve liked you for quite some
time now. And I’d always figured I’d never find somebody who’d accept me for me
and live in secret my whole life. But, then I met you and I had hope I’d end up
with somebody like you, smart, charming, understanding, accepting, hot, and
You never quite finished what you were saying because Remus
kissed you with such passion that you forgot what you had been trying to say in
the first place. You kissed him back, trying to pour all of your emotions into
the kiss. This kiss was on its way to becoming more heated when you heard a
squeal from behind the two of you.
You pulled apart and turned towards the noise to be met with
the smiling faces of the rest of the Marauders and Lily and Marlene. Sirius
spoke first, “OH, hey guys. We didn’t even see you here!”
You hid your face in Remus’ chest and groaned, while Remus
replied to his long haired friend. “Oi! Shut up Padfoot. Can you give us a
Your friends walked back towards the castle, but not before
James could call out to you, “Hey, Bug. I don’t need to be an uncle anytime
soon, so be sure he wraps it up!!” You were sure your cheeks were as red as they
possibly could be from your best friends’ statement. Everybody laughed at James’
comment, except for you and Remus, who was equally as embarrassed.
Once your friends were finally gone, and out of earshot, according
to Remus and his heightened senses, Remus tucked a strand of hair behind your
ear and looked into your eyes. He kept opening his mouth and shutting it,
struggling to find the right words to say. “Y/N, uh, I, erm, was wondering… No,
uh, would… no that’s not it… Ugh, Go out with me?” Was what he ended up saying,
and you couldn’t help but smile at how adorable he was when he was flustered.
You pulled him in for a sweet kiss, and you mumbled against his lips, “Does
this answer your question?”
He chuckled quietly, before responding, “I don’t know. I couldn’t
tell, try again and maybe I’ll be able to figure out your answer.” He pulled
you back in for another kiss.
“GET IT MOONY! PRONGS LOOK AT THEM! I SO CALLED IT!”
You pulled away from each other again and at the same time
yelled, “SHUT UP PADFOOT!”
You looked at Remus as he was laughing at his friend, and
you knew that everything would turn out just fine.
A/N: Hey guys! So I’m definitely doing a part two to this. I’ve
already decided. But, I hope you guys like it! I’ve been working really hard on
it. I’m going to be posting a prompt list soon. I also have started working on
another Sirius Black Imagine! Get excited. Give me some feedback, and feel free
to request anything, I do other fandoms as well, not just Harry Potter! Also, I know I didn’t include much about her being a mermaid, but in part two I will go more in depth! And yes, I did actually make the OC’s timetable. It took forever.
had never been one to suffer shared accommodation gracefully. It had been a
survival mechanism back on Ferenginar, since Rom had had the habit of “borrowing”
his action figures for the sole purpose of taking them apart. He would claim that
he only wished to see how they worked, but Quark knew better. Citing a
vindictive, and potentially violent, streak on his brother’s part, Quark had
presented the mangled remains of Marauder Mo to their mother in a desperate
pitch for his own room. She had dismissed his plea, of course, and he had gone
back to making Rom’s life as uncomfortable as he could.
Quark thought things would be different once he moved in with a romantic
partner. Perhaps they were for the general population, but living with Odo certainly
presented its own share of challenges. Barely-civil compromises about where to
put the umpteenth driftwood sculpture. Sleeping arrangements that invariably
resulted in upended buckets and grumpy changelings. Searching for the salt
shaker for half an hour, giving up, replicating another and finding the first
one sitting innocently right where he had left it the previous day. Or maybe
that was Odo pretending to be the salt shaker. There was only one way to find
had gotten used to these idiosyncrasies over the years – indeed, had even
learned to appreciate them in their own right. Now that he and Odo had been
married for longer than most of Quark’s business associates on Ferenginar had
been divorced, he felt secure in the knowledge that nothing Odo could dream up henceforth
would catch him unawares.
is, right up until the day he came home from a long day at the bar to the sound
first, he thought it was just Odo trying out a new shapeshifting exercise. Then
he peered into the living room to find the changeling in question curled up on
the couch with a small furry creature, undoubtedly the source of the pitiful squeaks.
was currently occupied with licking Odo’s face. Odo, for his part, wore a
beatific grin and rather a lot of shed fur.
did not know whether his allergies or his jealousy was more to blame for the
prickling at the back of his neck.
when did we get a cat?” he inquired, suppressing an indignant sneeze.
Isn't it weird how in sci-fi (namely Star Trek, but it pops up in plenty other places) how planets with a sapient species almost always only have 1, and that 1 species has 1 government and 1 culture? Like, to the point where any intra-species conflict is referred to as a "civil war"? Like if your average DnD setting was a planet in Star Trek, it would boggle the Federation with its species and governmental diversity. And if it was a Spelljammer setting, they technically might be warp capable...
Well, in the case of Star Trek, as SF Debris explained in today’s review of the episode “Attached,” one of the usual qualifiers of being part of the Federation is that your planet IS united under a single world government, and the episode really seems to highlight the issue of why it’s bad to NOT have that kind of thing in place - paranoia and resentment is easy to develop and create societal problems wherein they can’t interact with each other. It’s a sign that they’re “ready to step into a larger community,” which is equally important when it comes to space travel itself. We see societies in Trek that while not possessing the same military level as Starfleet, still possessing particle weapons and anti-matter (which is utilized in photon torpedoes). One photon torpedo contains enough anti-matter to level a city. If a civilization has developed faster-than-light technology utilizing anti-matter, it means they’ve probably figured out how to use it as a weapon, and irresponsible use of it can devastate a world, as was seen in the Voyager episode “Friendship One.” The civilizations we see in Trek are either ones that wiped out any opposition or came together and united simply because the alternative was mutually-assured destruction.
Now this is a matter of personal preference, but I have never bought into the “Planet of Hats” critique of Star Trek. It can create some writing problems, but the thing that always hangs in my mind is, “They’re ALIENS, so why do we expect their culture to mirror ours in its diversity of thought?” Klingons are probably the best example of this and another point I’ll bring up in a moment. According to their legends, their people were brought together through a central figure named Kahless, who got the warring clans to come together and form under a united people. Now, they still have divisions by having different houses, kind of feudal lords and a ruling council of the more powerful houses, but their civilization had ONE figure who laid down the tenets of how they should act - what is good, what is evil, and most of them from what we’ve seen follow that. But of course we also see people who act in ways unbecoming of that ideal. But while they have these lofty ideals of honor and warriorhood and battle occupying their minds, we also see corruption - people willing to look the other way if they think their own interests are more important… yet still taking advantage of what is supposed to be a “proper” individual in their culture. Now, I see this as just “their civilization is not like ours and thus their beginnings and development into focusing on specific things is part of that alien-ness,” but let me throw out something else if you’d like a comparison to our culture: the USA has stereotypes within itself that one could say is the basis of how our culture operates.
Now I don’t mean specifically the way someone from a country is stereotyped, like America is full of cowboys or English people are proper or the French are snooty and cowards - I mean within our own society, we have ways of thinking about things that usually require broad movements in order to change how the majority thinks. Take political opinions and the time period they’re from. Think about a political opinion, nothing specific, just something that you know in a certain time period had a majority opinion that, some time later, was entirely reversed. Outliers and different opinions existed, of course, but you were more likely to have a majority thinking that way about that particular topic. Now, this is not about pointing out that they were wrong to feel that way, just that that would be a cultural thing about us at that time - a way of thinking that is dominant. It’s the same way with alien cultures in Star Trek - an overwhelming majority thinks that something is right and natural and just the way things SHOULD be based on their own histories. And even in Star Trek, we see the winds of change at some points - major upheavals that alter how they see things.
Now if that isn’t enough for you, let’s also consider another factor here in regards to the Klingons: 90% of the time, our exposure to Klingons in Star Trek… is via their military. Other times usually include politicians or occasionally a trader or once or twice a lawyer. We rarely (if ever) see Klingon farmers, Klingon tax accountants, researchers, or the like. We know they exist, since they are occasionally mentioned or seen, but we’re usually dealing with a specific class of people. Another example - the Ferengi. The Ferengi in Star Trek are charicatures of extreme capitalism, seeing business and the acquisition of profit as they only important things to worry about, to the point where even their religion is built around it. But then again, think about how even today religions have influenced the shaping of governments, of laws, and what we value. In one episode of DS9, it’s suggested that the Ferengi at one point were not interested in profit but in being generous. What if it’s the other way around - a religion came up that was built around wealth and buying your way into heaven… and its power spread and eventually much of their own civilization seemed to be built around it. However, by that same token, most of the time in Star Trek when we see the Ferengi, it’s businesspeople… however, we also know there are Ferengi scientists, assassins, and yes - even a Ferengi military. Quark of DS9 once showed that he had action figures for something called “Marauder Mo,” which came with an energy whip accessory - suggesting that this is a fictional character who uses said weapon on his adventures, meaning that clearly there is a culture here that has stories focused on other things than JUST profit. We don’t actually see how the Ferengi military operates, but while the majority of Ferengi we see are cowardly, there have to be ones who are very much brave and care about more than JUST their latinum, since otherwise the Ferengi would easily be victims of a conquering power (and there are quite enough of them in Star Trek). Not every other civilization cares about material wealth, after all.
To highlight my point, let me give another fictional example outside of Star Trek - Yu-Gi-Oh. The long-running gag about Yu-Gi-Oh is that all of their lives and philosophy and even the rule of law revolve around a childrens’ trading card game. And yet… in some episodes, we see that there ARE people who exist outside of the game who don’t know what’s going on with it. But we don’t follow THOSE people, mostly we see the ones who ARE concerned with the game. A long time ago I made a post speculating about how their culture with the game seemed to operate given its popularity, but basically I think a similar thing happens here with sci-fi - it’s not that every single person in their civilization thinks this way, it’s just that when they have an alien outlook and an alien history with different values and legends and possibilities. By that same token, they may very well look at us and see a monolithic amount of things that we all seem to share - qualities that, if you looked at us on an individual basis, you’d see the differences. After all, we see on Deep Space 9 more than one Ferengi interacting with one another and sometimes they have different opinions about the same subject. Even their vaunted “Rules of Acquisition,” the laws by which they govern their society, have been said to have “multiple commentaries on their meaning and debate about how to proceed with them.” When we see only a small of sampling of people (and really, it is only a small one), we tend to only see the similarities.
However, it’s also important to note that sometimes it’s just bad writing - not that they’re really a “planet of hats,” just that the writer is unwilling to show a diversity of thought, which is not the fault of the idea, just a bad writer.