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Chapter 1: The Beginning
For the first five years of his life, Remus Lupin was a normal as any child. His father, Lyall Lupin, worked at the Ministry of Magic in the Department of the Regulation of Magical Creatures. His mother was a muggle and worked in an insurance firm in the nearby town of Cardiff. He had his mothers pale green eyes and his fathers brown hair. As his mother was a muggle, he mingled with the nearby town's muggle children and with his wizarding relatives.
On his fifth birthday, Remus woke up early and was too excited to stay in his room any longer. He snuck down the stair and was about to burst into the sitting room when he heard his father's voice. "Hope," he said to Remus's mother, "he was a werewolf, not some crazy vagabond! I know perfectly well that he killed those muggles and now he has escaped. Who knows where that lunatic is know!"
"Don't worry dear," said Hope Lupin, "the Ministry will catch him."
Remus was about to return to his room when his father's next words made him stop. "Yes, but he knows who I am and he wants revenge. I accused him at his hearing when his nice thought out plan was succeeding," said Lyall harshly.
"It'll be fine, we just won't let Remus out without us anymore. Speaking of Remus, the boy is probably bursting with excitement in his room." There was a scraping noise as they stood up and Remus ran quietly back to his room.
As the weeks passed, Remus soon forgot all about the mysterious werewolf. However, the werewolf had not forgotten about Mr. Lupin. One afternoon, they had walked down to the village and as they were returning, it began to pour. They drew their cloaks around them and Lyall picked up a protesting Remus and they dashed home. They were in such a hurry that they didn't notice the black-cloaked figure watching them from an alley.
Remus lay in his bed watching the rain hit his window and wondering if it would ever stop.
"Turn of the light now, it's late," said his mother.
"Ok."
He flicked the switch and closed his eyes. Late that night, a loud crash of thunder woke him and he lay awake listening to all the strange noises outside. A dull pounding kept drawing closer and closer. There was a faint scratching noise that was becoming louder and louder and then...CRASH! Something landed on Remus and he felt it claw at him and bite him as he cried out on fear and pain. The door flew open and his father stood in the doorway, his wand light illuminating the room. A tall, unkempt creäture stood above Remus, its slavering jaws preparing to bite him again. There was a flash of red and the thing was thrown back. It stood up and vanished out into the storm. Hope Lupin stood over him calling out his name, "Remus! Remus! Lyall do something!" And all Remus could do was let out moans of pain as blood poured from his wounds. His father murmured words under his breath and eventually Remus passed out.
He awoke to bright light shining on him and saw his mother and father sitting next to him. "Mum? Dad?" he asked, "What happened?"
"A werewolf attacked you, son," his father said without looking at him. "
Where am I?" Remus asked.
"St. Mungo's," he said.
His mother looked up at him, her eyes full of tears.
"What's wrong?" But she couldn't answer him and turned away.
"You have lycanthropy, Remus," said Lyall quietly.
"What?"
"You're a werewolf," he whispered.
"What?"
"You're a werewolf!" he yelled, "My only child is a bloody werewolf!"
"Lyall, stop," his mother commanded.
"Why? Do you expect me to be happy with this? This is a disaster, the worst that could happen!" he yelled.
"No."
"Excuse me?" he snarled.
"No, he's still alive," she said.
"Well he would be better of dead. You might be happy but I won't live with this...this MONSTER under my roof," he yelled and stormed out of the room.
That day was the last time Remus saw his father and he still heard him shouting out those words..."this MONSTER." His mother told him it was all right, but she never looked him in the eye as she said it and Remus knew that she too was repulsed by the thought of him as a werewolf.