This is a work in progress. I wont be one for quick up dates. I has take 4 months to get to this stage and I have put it up all at once. I will most likely continue to do this as it allows the story to flow smooth and not stop and start every week or so, which in my opinion means for both poor writing and reading.

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Danke

Remus Lupin could sum up his life with one word. Wrong. Though it was hard, oh harder than anyone would believe he managed, got by, lived with it, whatever words you could want to use. He himself didn't even have a word for it.

Since his Father had angered Voldermort and Greyback had been sent as retribution Lupin had had to deal with all manners of wrong. Being able to smell your mothers cooking from the local park, bearing in mind that was last a mile from the house was wrong. No matter which way you looked at it. Every 28 days like clockwork smelling a rich iron smell which he didn't realise was his mother's period until he was surrounded by girls at Hogwarts and finally getting the nerve to as Lily when he smelt it strong on her one day. The blush on her face and his was another thing that was wrong. The fact that his mother and father had never told him about these things was also wrong.

Those were the lesser of the 2 evils if you will. The moon was as wrong as wrong can be. The changes that came with his monthly transformation while uncomfortable were able to be hidden heightened smell, taste and reflexes were excusable but the final change on the full moon was the last straw. A cage to keep a child in was wrong unless that child was Lupin. Uncomfortable and wrong but necessary. Planting a whomping willow of all things to cover the entrance to the passage way to the shrieking shack was wrong. Like kids weren't going to try and get close. Madam Pomfrey never smiled at him the way she did at others, he always thought she blamed him for the extra work load. Wrong that his friends had become unregistered animagi just to keep him company.

Wrong, wrong, wrong. No other way of putting it. Well there was but it always got him so mad and being that angry this close to the full moon was not an option. Even his inner wolf knew that and that was saying something considering they disagreed on almost anything and everything. The wolf or Moony as the Marauders had christened him said that everything was right not wrong but even he thought a calm transformation was better for both of them.

As time had gone by Lupin and Moony both had matured and somewhat calmed. It wasn't perfect but it was at least amicable. There were times when this relationship had been pushed to its limits. Finally giving into his animalistic urges (the smell she gave off was just too much to take though he managed to not mark her as his) and losing his virginity to Lily had been extremely pleasurable for both him and Moony. Though both were also thankful that James had never found out. James being a virgin himself was a great part of this. A boy more experienced may have noticed.

Moony had pushed his buttons to the limits for weeks before Lupin had finally given in. While Lily was by no means upset by his approach and finally their love making (Moony said it was more like a bloody good fuck but Lily did insist on nicer words), she was surprised at the intensity though understood as the full moon was only days away. That transformation was one of his worse memories as Lupin refused to give in and Moony had made him pay for it. Every time Lupin was around Lily after that Moony would make snide comments to Lupin about what he had made him do and though Lupin tried to hide it sometimes he would smirk too. Every girl or Women he had had after that paled in comparison and though Moony was sated after the events he would return soon after and beg Lupin for more. Lupin often thought Werewolf's were wrongly named as he spent a lot of his time fucking like a rabbit, Moony did not appreciate that sentiment.

As time passed these occurrences happened less and less, Lupin would smirk at Moony, teasing that the werewolf was getting old and tired, when he did this Moony would make his next transformation a painful one. Lupin rather thought it was worth it. Returning to Hogwarts was a wonderful time, apart from the occasional iron smell returning and the occasional pull towards something unknown, even Moony couldn't understand, everything was good. Sniverlus sorry Severus had been brewing Wolfsbane potion for him and his staff quarters had had wards placed around it so he could at least transform in comfort. Moony didn't mind either. After his fury little problem (Moony resented that Prongs and Padfoot had referred to him as such) had became public knowledge he had had to leave but Dumbledore had given him a simple place to live.

Tonks had made everything so much better than it had ever been, the wolf was at peace as much as could be expected and Lupin was finally starting to give in to the idea that not everything was wrong. Boy was he completely and utterly wrong. After several and wonderful months of marriage Tonks had told him she was pregnant. He had lost his sanity, Moony had growled his approval which was bad timing. He panicked ran to Harry and his friends offered his numerous services and practically begged to be taken along for the ride. The ensuing argument had been horrific, Harry had insulted him no matter how true it was and Moony had ripped his way out of gone for Harry. It took all of Lupin's self control just to stop Moony ripping Harry's head off. After storming out of Grimauld Place he had returned to Tonks, much to Moony's liking and begged for forgiveness, blaming Moony for his outburst, though Tonks had forgiven him Moony didn't and the next transformation was once again a bad one.

As Tonks got bigger and Christmas loomed, Moony began to calm down again, though he popped up occasionally to roar his approval at Tonk's growing breasts. Lupin would smirk, and claim after Tonks questioned him that he was just happy. Though Lupin afterwards felt he should have known it couldn't last what happened next could not have been prevented by anyone? Tonks, forever independent had left the house one night to get some steak from the local shop. It appears Moony was rubbing off on her and she had craved rare steak since before she found out she was pregnant. She never returned. Lupin was woken 5 hours later by a large stag patronus. Moony's hackles were raised as the memory of Prongs came back to him and Lupin's heart rate sky rocketed as he realised it was Harry's. All it said in a hurried breath was Tonks, Baby, ST Mungos, NOW.

It took him seconds to apperate to ST Mungos not caring that he was in his PJs ran towards the desk but was stopped by a weird looking portly man with glasses. What words came out his mouth he never knew but he will remember that mans till the day he dies and possibly after. Remus it's me Harry, polyjuice, there's nothing u can do, it's too late, they've gone. Words were thrown around like placenta, detached and blood loss. He didn't care and Moony was oddly silent. He'd gone from having everything to having nothing. No wife no child nothing. The funeral was the last straw. Moony refused to go, something about the smell of hormones and decomposing bodies, Lupin did not have the energy to push it. Molly sent him letters which overtime became howlers as he refused to communicate with the outside world. Until a non-descript day in May.