The body of a small boy had been found earlier that morning in an area renowned for werewolf attacks. The difference this time was that the boy was still alive. He had been badly bitten, lost a lot of blood and had been barely breathing when they found him. But he was alive.
Soon enough, the parents were informed that their precious little boy had been found and that is where this story shall begin.
"John, they've found Remus!" called a woman down an old, shabby hallway as she read a letter which she was clasping tightly in her hand. It had the header "St Mungo's Hospital of Magical Maladies" which would inform any witch or wizard that someone they knew was under the care of the hospital.
"What? Where? Is he alright?" came the voice of a second person who was apparently called John. This time, the voice was distinctively male.
"He's been bitten but that's all they'd say. He's in St Mungo's. Come on, we have to go and see him!"called the first voice once again and the two met in the hallway as they exchanged coats and then hurried out into the deserted street.
These voices were, of course, those of Remus' concerned parents. They had woken up that morning to find him missing from his bed and neither had any idea where their son had gone; all they knew was that he wasn't there.
A few months earlier, John Lupin had upset a werewolf known as Fenrir Greyback during a confrontation between Death Eaters and The Order of the Phoenix and at that moment, Fenrir had sworn that he would get his revenge sooner or later. And, to his word he had done.
The man and woman were clearly husband and wife and parents of the boy who had been kidnapped the previous evening without them even realising it had happened. Both were rather distraught to say the least and wanted nothing more than to be able to lead an ordinary life once more. This obviously wasn't likely to happen though, especially with the news that their four year old son had just been bitten.
