Summary: MWPP.A werewolf child struggling for a normal life, a rebellious son desperate to escape his parent's pureblood mania, a pampered boy wanting to cause mischief from the start and a boy longing for friends to look up to. My take on the Marauder's lives. Eventual AU.

I don't really like what I have to describe Peter, but I honestly cannot think of something better. Any suggestions are welcome.

Disclaimer: In no way do I own any of these characters except of the original ones you don't recognise, such as Melyssa Lupin and Penty. All other characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I do not mean to cause any problems with her or Bloomsbury Books, etc. This story is simply for people to read and (hopefully) enjoy.

EDIT: I started this story nearly 10 years ago and basically abandoned it, and since then Pottermore has come into existence giving more information on characters, such as Remus' parents, however rather than rewrite it to fit canon I'm just going to leave them as they are.

Marauder's In The Making.

Prologue

John and Melyssa Lupin's lives couldn't seem to be able to get better. Their four year old son Remus was already showing how bright he was; forming words with building blocks, knowing when to stop asking for things, trying to read books all by himself. Their small cottage near the English Channel was surrounded with flowers, cheerful neighbours and an ancient forest off to the side of their town that was excellent for the little boy they cherished to exercise him.

John worked in London, and while having to travel between the large city and small town he lived in would have greatly annoyed most residents of his town, it didn't faze the brown haired man at all. Instead of taking a car and spending ninety minutes on the road in the morning and evening, he could just turn on the spot and with a small 'pop', appear in the Atrium of his work.

You see, the Lupins were not people who would be considered 'normal." They preferred to wear robes to the attire most people wore; they could get to most places they wished to be at with in a few seconds; they could wave a stick and the room they were in would be clean and tidy, to name just a few things.

Of course, the people that would call the Lupins' normal never would be able to. They didn't know John and Melyssa had been taught magic at a boarding school in Scotland, nor that in the September following their son's eleventh birthday he too would be taught. After all, who would believe the Lupins' were witches and wizards?

One particular evening, the family were all sitting in the living room, John reading about the latest Goblin Worker's Strike in the Daily Prophet, Melyssa writing a letter to her sister in France and Remus drawing at the table in his corner of the room.

Suddenly Remus' head snapped up.

"Papa!" He cried. "Motty's still outside! He's gon' get wet..."

John looked up from the paper to look at his son starring at him, worry covering the small child's face.

"Alright," John sighed. "Go get him."

Remus' eyes lit up with gratitude and he rushed outside to find the toy marmot he had had since birth.

"Motty?" He called as he waited for his eyes to adjust to the light the moon cast upon the garden. "Moooh-tee?"

The blonde boy quickly spotted the toy and rushed over to it, ready to scold it for not answering his calling when a low growling stopped the words in his mouth.

Slowly bending down to grab Motty, Remus looked around for the source of the growl, but saw nothing unusual in the land around his house.

'You're imagining things,' Remus thought. 'That or you forgot to feed Motty his lunch.'

He smiled and hugged the toy before casting one last look at the silver orb hanging in the sky and turning around.

Then he screamed.

Standing before him was what looked to him like a large, wild dog. Its short snout was snarling, the flesh covering it bunched up in wrinkles that added to the wild look that gleamed in the creatures' eyes. Sharp, curved claws dug into the soft dirt as the paws slowly moved the beast forward, closer to the terrified boy.

The door of the Lupin household flew open and Remus' parents rushed out just in time to see the werewolf pounce on their son, its sharp teeth sinking into the screaming child's arm. John shot off a stunning spell that whizzed past the tufted tail of the werewolf, who noticed the two people standing with their wands out, more spells flying out the tips. It turned and sped off towards the forest, leaving Remus lying on the ground, tears pouring from his eyes just as fast as the blood that was beginning to soak into the ground.

Melyssa rushed forward to collapse on the ground next to her son and pull him into her arms.

"Melyssa?" Her husband asked, his voice shaky. "We need to get him to St Mungo's. I … I don't know enough healing magic to close the wounds. And he'll need a blood replenishing potion…"

Melyssa didn't seem to hear, she was too wrapped up in her son's fate. "Oh, Remus, my poor baby. My poor, poor baby…"

"Melyssa…" John said again. "We should go now. You take him; I'll grab the things we'll need."

Cradling the now unconscious boy to her, Melyssa turned and vanished with a pop, leaving nothing but the damp, red grass shining in the moonlight.

Far away, a small boy sat alone in his bedroom, massaging his arm.

"Penty?" He whispered into the darkness.

A cracking noise sounded in the room, followed by a high squeaking voice. "Yes, little master? Can Penty gets you a glass of warm milk before you goes to sleep?"

"No," The boy replied. "My arm hurts. Get me some No Pain potion."

"Yes, little master." The house elf said again. "Penty shall be rights back."

A second crack told him the elf had left and the boy leaned back against his pillow and began massaging his arm again.

Through his window, the full moon shone brightly.

A/N:

Oh, how I didn't like writing this prologue. I ended up writing it in bits at a time so I wouldn't have to write little Remus getting bitten all at once. Poor Remus. I would much rather have had him get bitten at an older age, but J.K did say he was a small child when it happened.