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This is my first Harry Potter Fan-Fiction but I love reading them so I decided to write my own I think it may begin quite slowly so please bear with me.

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The letter sat in my lap, I still had not opened it. Where was the point in opening it? I could not go, I could not risk anyone else's life.

I hadn't expected to get a Hogwarts letter, they would only be sent to wizards and witches, no-one in the wizarding world thought of me as more than a disgusting predator who should not be allowed to walk the streets.

The front door swung open and mum came in with dozens of shopping bags dangling from her arms.

"Remus, dear could you help me with the bags? I've cast a lightening charm but they're still awkward to carry." She sounded out of breath and her cheeks were rosy from the walk. I jumped up from the couch, the letter fell to the floor with a soft thud whilst I took most of the bags from my mum's hands."Anything come in the post today?"

"Erm, yeah mum there were a few letters." I didn't know what to say about the Hogwarts letter, I expected that look she got when she didn't want to disappoint me, but I knew I'd have to tell her at some point. "I got a letter from Hogwarts," I mumbled, but I knew she had heard me as she let a soft "Oh" escape her lips.

"Have you opened it dear?"

"No, I know I won't be able to go so I didn't see any point"

"We might as well read it, there's no harm in that." As she said it she gently tugged my arm as she wandered into the sitting room.

She retrieved the letter from the floor and sat down on the couch, taking the letter from her hands I sat beside her. I felt the thick parchment under my fingertips, I ran my fingers over the seal before tugging it open. The emerald ink shone on the page, I couldn't bring myself to read it but I flicked my eyes across the page to please mum. I opened the other piece of parchment and an envelope fell to the floor it was smaller than the original one but it was made from the same heavy yellowing parchment. My mum picked it up from the floor, turning it over so that she could see who it was addressed to: "Mr & Mrs J. Lupin."

Suddenly the fire glowed green and dad stepped into the sitting room brushing ashes from his greying robes. His hair, fading in places stuck up on its end and his face looked old and tired but the smile he gave us made him look young again. He threw an arm around each of us and pulled us tight. He slumped into the chair as I wandered up the stairs, I knew that mum would want to talk to dad about Hogwarts and I knew I'd have a better chance of finding out what was in that letter if I went now.

When I reached my bedroom I left the door ajar and sat against the wall listening closely, but even with my enhanced hearing I heard nothing: they had cast a silencing charm. I picked myself up from the floor and threw myself onto the bed, I'd love to go to Hogwarts, to be like every other witch or wizard my age: excited about going to school, wanting to go buy a new wand, robes, books but since the age of five I've been different from other children.

I heard mum and dad talking in shouted whispers; I've always hated hearing them argue. So even though I'd been taken upstairs and tucked into bed I tip-toed out into the garden. There was a cool breeze blowing through the clammy summer air, looking up into the darkening sky, I saw the full moon smile down at me. The moon comforted me, like it always did. I was too absorbed in my thoughts to hear the approach of a creature who I should have noticed, his paws hit the ground with muffled thuds and his breath was deep and husky. A cold breeze blew through the trees at the end of the garden and I curled in on myself, turning to go back inside I finally saw him the great drooling werewolf only feet from me. In those few seconds he lunged, I felt his sharp teeth sinking through the skin on my shoulder, I heard myself scream as they pierced the muscle. I was soaked in blood and in unimaginable pain when I heard the footfalls of my parents reach the door. My mother gasped in horror as the wolf pulled away from me. After this: nothing, I fell unconscious, I've never asked how they managed to get me to safety without they, themselves being bitten or how they managed to save me but they did, and my parents have been there although the world hates me they love me all the same.

I was wallowing in my own sorrows for so long I didn't notice my parents voices as they entered the kitchen, and didn't notice them calling me for dinner it was only when I was lightly shaken by my mum I noticed how late it was. A wonderful smell filled my senses; my mum was a wonderful cook although we had limited supplies. Tonight we were having roast chicken: my favourite. I entered the kitchen and sat in front of my heaving plate. I sensed tension in the air as we settled down to our meal but it wasn't until we finished our strawberry cheesecake I found out why.

It was my father who broke the silence between us, "Remus we received a letter from the headmaster of Hogwarts: Professor Dumbledore. I want you to read it and tell me what you think. We don't want to make a decision that you won't be happy with, but we must take everyone else into consideration too." He finished the sentence in a sigh, one that told me he didn't want to make the decision he wanted me to be able to go to Hogwarts without any trouble, he wanted me to be a normal boy. He held out the letter which I took from his hand, carefully I unfolded it; I wasn't sure what I would find and was scared.

"Dear Mr and Mrs Lupin, we at Hogwarts know of the condition your son has but would be happy to have him attend the school as long as safety measures are taken. As long as it is convenient I would like to call at your home on the 29th of August, one week before school begins to discuss the measures that will be taken at length, and I also have many ideas of which I think you will approve to help Remus' condition.

Kindly send your reply with Remus' response to the first letter.

Hoping to see you soon,

Albus Dumbledore"

I read the letter three times before I finally believed that it was true. They knew, and they still wanted me to come! This was the best news ever, I could go to school and then when I left I would take care of my parents like they have taken care of me. It was some minutes later when I looked up from the page, my mum and dad's eyes were apprehensive though I could see the hope behind that.

After clearing his throat my dad spoke," What do you think? Do you want to go?"

"Yes!" I heard the words tumbling from my mouth before I had time to construct a sentence in my head. I paused to think before going on, "as long as it will be safe. Do you think it will?"

My mother was positively beaming, "Dumbledore would not risk the safety of his students and we are positive that he will have come up with some excellent ideas to help you in your transformations."

"I would like to go then," all of my dreams were coming true; I could go to school like a normal boy!

My mum sent both replies that night.

. . . .

As the 29th of August grew closer I became more and more anxious. I had read all about Dumbledore and my mum and dad had told me so many wonderful things about him, but I had doubts. How could he be kindly to a werewolf in the midst of all the hatred shown by the world?

Finally the sun streamed through the clouds on the morning of the 29th, Dumbledore would be arriving at noon. My stomach churned, I didn't often meet new people as if I got to close to the person they might be able to see through the lies, so how would Dumbledore treat me? Like the others who knew? Or like an ordinary child?

The three of us fidgeted and paced as the clock ticked ever closer to noon. As the clock struck noon the doorbell rang. My heart stuttered and mum and dad threw anxious glances towards the door. Mum opened the door to find Albus Dumbledore standing on the step; his hair flowed in waves down his back, it was auburn with splashes of silvery white beginning to show, although his long beard was already totally white. He was wearing a long black travelling cloak over midnight blue robes. He met my eyes over his half moon spectacles, his blue eyes were startling against his pale skin and they had a mischievous twinkling in them. I walked forward to greet him.

"Ah, you must be young Mr Lupin, a pleasure to meet you." he said whilst shaking my hand. His voice was soft and pleasant, not the voice of someone who was disgusted about keeping the company of a werewolf.

"It's nice to meet you Sir," I tried to smile but the muscles in my face seemed to have given up on me. He gave me a small smile, before dad engaged him in conversation.

Dumbledore and my father sat on the couch whilst my mother and I went to get the refreshments from the kitchen. When we got back they had started up a conversation about an upcoming Quiddich match. Mum poured the two men some fire whiskey with slightly shaking hands, whilst I poured the two of us some pumpkin juice.

"Well I hope you're hungry Albus because Penny seems to have made enough to feed an army." Dad joked as he looked at the mountain of sandwiches.

"I certainly am." Dumbledore said smiling at mum.

After we ate I felt a little more relaxed until Dumbledore brought us to the subject, "So, I came to discuss plans for Remus' transformations." My insides squirmed. " We deduced that he cannot stay within the school building as it is too dangerous. I thought about this for a long time without drawing much of a conclusion. Then as I was walking through Hogsmead I happened to glance towards the Shrieking Shack. I'm sure you're aware of it, Penny, John," he paused long enough for them to nod before continuing, "Well I began thinking, you see no-one goes near it as people think it is haunted, I went to see for myself if there was a spirit haunting the place, but I found there wasn't . Although the building itself looks tattered and worn the inside of it is still reasonable, although it is a bit tatty I don't see this making much of a difference as I'm sure it will be damaged further. I thought maybe Remus could go there for the transformations. What do you think?" finally Dumbledore stopped. Mum and dad seemed to have understood and were thinking it through, whilst I was completely lost.

"Would it be safe for Remus to go there?" my dad broke the silence that followed Dumbledore's speech.

"Yes, it would. May I be as rude to ask where he transforms here?"

"In the basement," although she did not speak it there was a question in my mother's tone.

"You see I was wondering if replicating his surroundings might help but if they are very plain there would be no point, as it would be the smell of magic around him that would aggravate him more."

"I think the Shack is a good idea. No-one goes near it, it would be safe and we would be able to keep Remus inside during the full moon, but how would Remus get to the Shack?" dad had thought through all of the things necessary details to keep people safe, so I began to relax. Things were looking positive; it looked like I would be going to Hogwarts after all.

"If I am honest that was the tricky part. I decided building a tunnel would be the best idea, if someone seen Remus make his way to the Shack they may follow to investigate but if a tunnel began in the grounds of Hogwarts nobody would see him. I then had to think of how I would protect the entrance to the tunnel. A couple of days later the answer seemed to hand itself to me on a plate, Professor Sprout came to see me about the plants the students would be studying this year, and in the book she was showing me there was a rare tree called a Whomping Willow, none of the students will be studying this of course, but I decided to find out more about it, and I think it will be perfect!" Dumbledore finished with a flourish.

"What exactly is a Whomping Willow?" it seemed that Dumbledore was currently the only one seeing the genius of the plan.

"Well, it is a very large tree that is able to move. It protects itself using its thick branches. There is a knot in the trunk which if pressed paralyzes it for a short time. At the roots of the tree would be the entrance to the tunnel." This time when he finished speaking everyone understood his genius plan.

"I think you shall be seeing Remus at Hogwarts then Albus," my mother was bursting with joy.

"Well, although I would love to stay, it is getting late and I am meeting someone this evening, so I must go. I shall have the Whomping Willow in and the tunnel sorted out before school starts. It was lovely to see you all. See you in a week Remus." We thanked him, as he left telling us it was no problem at all.

In just one week I would see that man again. In just one week I would meet people of my own age, I'd only ever met adults. I had a lot to prepare for.

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