The warm golden glow basked the room in it's glory, but Remus Lupin was simply huddled up in a ball in the middle of the room. He tried not to think about what he'd done, and what the consequenses may be. He'd killed his wife while in his werewolf state and now his daughter was motherless. All he could he thankful for was that he hadn't harmed her.

Run Belle, run! I can’t hold it back forever. Take Emily and run for your life!”screamed my dad. Now I knew something was wrong. Dad never yelled at Mum, and something was wrong with Dad. His eyes were pitch black and his skin was snow white, just like mine really.
“No Remus, I’m not leaving you. Not even if you rip me limb from limb.”
“Belle, go now. I’m not losing you and Em. ARRRRRRR!”
And just like that he transformed. I was watching my father transform into a monster with my very own three year old eyes.

“I’m surprised you even bother Emily. I mean seriously, do you really think what those two really care about what you think! I doubt they even care about you! And why would they, you filthy blood traitor. Although come to think of it, so are they!” sneered a voice behind me. There wasn’t any need to turn around. I could almost feel Blaise’s foul, hot breath on the back of my neck and I felt a shiver of hatred go up my spine.