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The Summer of 1978 was supposed to be the same as the previous one. And the one before that.
Because, in the provincial village of Fenneltown, where 16-year-old Remus Lupin lives, nothing ever changes. Not really.
Until this year, everything does.
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- Part 1 of The End of the Rainbow
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When he's seven years old, Sirius Black has a brief encounter with a strange boy in the woods, who, in their short exchange, teaches him an important lesson about the nature of the Universe, only to then disappear without a trace.
Nine years later, Sirius, along with his two best friends, is a student away at boarding school, with a brand new transfer student as his roommmate--a foul-mouthed, astronomy nerd named Remus Lupin.
Between school, hormones, relationships, and the fact that he is keeping a (magical) secret away from everyone--Sirius' year starts to go a little off the rails.
Not to mention, there's something familiar about that Remus Lupin kid that he just can't seem to shake...
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There Is No Man, However Wise (Harry and Sirius in France) by enigmaticblue
Fandom Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
28 Jun 2020
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25 Apr 2026
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After the end of the first war, Remus goes to New Orleans to forget.
Sirius turned his head, then, and fixed Remus with a look, cool and sharp and half-in-shadow. One corner of his mouth curled, and one eyebrow cocked, as if to say, I see you, Moony. Trying not to look.
It had taken until the end of sixth year before he could let himself think about why it was so hard to keep his eyes to himself. The back of Sirius's long graceful neck in detentions, the trail of black hairs down his stomach when his shirt lifted as he stretched. There was something mythical about him, chiseled and marble-white like an ancient statue; something remote in the same way too. Remus wanted to touch him—in the way one wants to touch a fine work of art. In the way one almost wants to rend it with his hands and eat it.
God, Remus had thought. Something else wrong with me. Something else I can never let anyone find out.
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