Disclaimer: I do not own the magical world of Harry Potter, however I do own this adaptation of the marauders lives. Any OC characters are figments of my imagination.

21st March 1969

Caramel eyes stared out of the window at the morning dew that was settled on the grass. They thought the droplets looked like gems, shining in the sunlight.

The boy, whose eyes were set on the outside world, had a calm façade on his face.

However his rigid body told otherwise.

He was troubled by the night's events. Throughout his life he had always kept himself at a safe distance from others, wanting some kind of normality in his life.

At his school he spent most time indoors, in the tranquillity of deserted classrooms, his only companion being a book to escape reality.

He yawned. It'd been another sleepless night, but for once it wasn't because of the nightmares he often faced when he shut his eyes. His nightmares usually consisted of darkness and the people who lurked in it. Sometimes he wondered if he was meant to be one of those people who lingered in the shadows, but he always shook the thought out of his mind. Tucking a strand of golden, light brown hair behind his ear, he left his room.

His mother sat anxiously at the kitchen table, twiddling her thumbs. Her blonde hair was tousled, and her eyes looked tired and worn out. When her son entered the room an uneasy smile adorned her face.

"Remus…" She started but her voice trailed off as he walked past her to the fridge. Getting a glass from the side he began to fill it with orange juice, ignoring the stares he felt.

"So now I'm getting the silent treatment?" His mother asked quietly, almost in a self pitying tone.

Remus sighed; his mother never told him anything. Sitting down at the table he waited for the thick, awkward atmosphere to fade, but it didn't.

Words needed to be spoken.

Remus looked at the orange juice in the glass, which was now swaying side to side like an ocean tide. He needed to concentrate on something trivial like this to calm his nerves.

Taking a deep breath he opened his lips and spoke, "Please tell me what's going on…" He looked up eventually to see his mothers' reaction. She wasn't even looking at him.

"Don't you love me enough to even tell me what's going on?" He raised his voice slightly. This, his mother responded to.

"Remmy please understand that no matter what happens one thing will never change, and that is how much me and your father love you." His mother tried to make eye contact at this point. The eyes that met her were hurt and confused. She leaned across to hold her sons hand, to comfort them, but Remus pulled away.

"Why? Why are you saying that?" Remus asked, hurt evident in his voice.

"Yes, doesn't he deserve to know?" A voice said from the doorway. A cold shiver ran up Remus's spine, a shiver of complete revulsion.

The man, who stood there, was the one who changed his life overnight. The one who shattered his trust; he was the one who was going to take away his normal life.

He was a large, ferocious-looking man, with grey hair and whiskers. He had an overall brutish appearance. He was currently giving Remus a snide grin. The thing that caught Remus' eye though was the rather disturbing tattoo on the mans arm. He was sure he saw it somewhere before, perhaps in one of his books…

"Is he ready to go?" The man said, with a cold tone.

"Ready to go where?" Remus' tone was one of panic.

"No he's not." His mother retorted.

"You know the deal, I'll be waiting outside." The man replied coldly. Once he left the room was filled with silence.

"Sit down Remmy." He sat down, when he saw the distant look on his mothers face, and the tears streaking down it.

"Before you were born…your father, he became so ill. So very ill," She sobbed, "He couldn't leave his bed, his body rejected medicine that doctors gave him. He was dying in front of my eyes…and there was nothing I could do about it. That's when I met Fenrir, that's the man who has been here, for the first time. He knew your father was a wizard, even though I didn't. He told me, he could help him, but at a price…that price was you."

"So…what you're saying is I belong to him?" Remus shouted, anger overtaking him.

"You have to go with him. I'm sorry Remus, I'm really sorry. We tried to get away…but he found us."

Remus closed the door to his house as he crept out the back exit, the one Fenrir had insisted on taking. He hesitated. Causing the man to turn and look at him.

"You can't have second thoughts about this; it's not your choice." He stated coldly.

"I know." Remus replied emotionlessly. He ran a hand through his already messy hair. Fenrir growled rushing back and grabbing his wrist, hard. Tears sprang to his eyes. "That hurts." He yelled desperately trying to yank his arm away from the brute. He looked at the man, and saw the smile he gave him. Remus knew the image would be one that would become etched into his memory forever.

"Get used to it. There's way more to come."

14th August 1969

"Remus!" The boy shuddered at his name being called. He had been hiding out in the tent hoping no one would notice his presence was missing.

The forest was a place he'd always associated with peace and serenity, but with his current company it had become a dark and twisted place. Taking a deep breath he calmed his frayed nerves. He left the tent.

The sun was setting, its light shining through the trees, colouring everything it touched in shades of orange and red. He walked towards the campfire. His mind trying to remember a time he felt happy.

"There you are!" Fenrir shouted mischievously. His teeth were showing, they were tinted yellow and several were missing. The man had got into a lot of fights, some with men, and some with creatures of the night.

Remus gulped. That tone never meant anything good. In fact anything Fenrir said never lead to anything good.

"What is it Master?" He responded, the words leaving a vile taste in his mouth. The men surrounding the fire let out hearty laughs, one even said,

'You have him well trained Fenrir!' like he was some kind of circus animal.

He felt empty inside, wanting to feel angry, but all too aware of the consequences. He told himself not to feel anymore.

"We have decided to change you...Tonight." Fenrir stated. Remus's blood ran cold, he started to shake.

"T-Tonight?" He stuttered, fear evident in his voice.

'Aww look he's scared.'

'Shakin' like a leaf he is!'

Of course he was scared. He'd seen what these men were like during a full moon. The transformation, the tearing of human flesh, the screams. He stumbled backwards as Fenrir approached him.

"Remus...There's nowhere you can run; it's just wood land for miles and miles. If we don't get you, you'll die from starvation, or thirst." Fenrir reasoned, but Remus knew he wasn't being nice, he was never nice.

"I don't want to be like you!" Remus shouted, but he regretted the words as soon as they left his lips. Not because he didn't mean them, but because Fenrir's eyes had darkened, and an intense anger was lurking in them.

He backhanded Remus.

"How dare you talk to me like that," He sneered, "You stupid, little..." He paused for a moment, seemingly thinking about something. His lips began to tilt upwards revealing a crooked smile, it was not a pleasant sight, and Remus knew it was a bad sign.

"How about we play a game Remus?" Fenrir said slyly.

"A game?" Remus asked.

He knew the full moon was soon and he needed to get away, but he was frozen in fear as Fenrir leaned down.

He could feel his breath against his ear.

Then Fenrir whispered, "Let's play...Hide and seek."

He pulled back and met Remus' eyes. Remus then could see the animalistic glint in them.

He ran.