Remus Lupin: Hi this is my first fic so plz enjoy R&R please  Ty!

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Chapter I

Lake Of Misery

Remus J Lupin. An eleven-year-old boy with hazel coloured eyes, and light brown hair. He was quite tall for his age, almost five foot four in fact, along with ears slightly pointed at the end, but enjoyed the outdoors as much as any boy his age. His mother and father had divorced, because of all their arguing and bad days, it wasn't going too well one way or another either. His mum had to pay off debts and bills, that she couldn't afford and he hardly ever saw his dad.

Remus also had another thing that kept his mind running all day round, and all night round over the summer holidays, he had been bitten by, (what his dad said) was a werewolf. On a full moon at night, the moons light would force him into transforming into a wolf, which would attack and kill anything that got in its way, and lose his own self-control. Yes, Remus Lupin had been transformed into a werewolf himself.

There were no antidotes, so when ever a full moon came, the young werewolf would have to be locked inside a cage, and had all sorts of business to take care of with 'the ministry of magic' (a secret, wizarding counsel with rules and regulations to follow), his dad of course, was a wizard, but his mother was a muggle (non-magical folk), which made Remus a half-muggle born, but no one took much notice of that.

Remus found himself laying down on the sofa downstairs, his mother was washing the dishes, as usual, and the TV was set on a low volume, as the young werewolf watches it drowsily. The day had passed by slowly and bored him. The documentary, which was on, was talking about the forest and wildlife. The young werewolf hardly took any notice, staring off into space every few minutes, thinking of why he had to be the one who was bitten by this, werewolf. Why it was him who'd wondered off into the night and ran off into a forest. Why. It was his childish behaviour which had sent him off-course.

"Remus?" His mum began; the eleven-year-old boy lifted his head lazily off the arm of the chair, and answered by grunting. "Do you want to see yourself to bed? You will have to get up early tomorrow, that, hearing your dad's been talking about"

"OK, but why do I have to go? I mean...I'm a, you know and nothings going to change that..." Remus murmured, trying to defend himself in the hearing tomorrow, he would have to think of some good line to persuade the wizards he wasn't going to change if he went or not.

"I don't know, you're father just says you must go," His mother began, "It's for your own good" With that, the young werewolf sighed, and lay down for a few seconds on the couch. He was thinking of whether he would win the argument, or would he be sent to prison. Getting to sleep was the last thing on his troubled mind; he wanted to live a life. Remus stood slowly, and slumped to the TV, and turned it off. After saying goodnight, he made his way upstairs, quickly and tucked himself into his blankets. Shut his eyes tight, facing the wall.

'Why did it have to happen...why?! Why...' The young werewolf thought, worrying himself, 'If I could...I'd rewind time! Why couldn't it of been someone else? Why me? What did I do to deserve this...' Hiding his sorrow from his friends and family was easy, but from his self, was impossible. It was buried in his mind forever, 'I'm a freak, an outcast, a monster! I was alright until that damned werewolf came! I was fine!' he though as he began to cry to himself.

The hazel eyed boy, opened his eyes again, and walked sadly towards his bedroom window, where he stared at the night's sky. It was a dark, clear, blue sky, with the reflected light of the half-moon shining down on him. There were one or two stars, but the thing that he studied with hate was the moon. He wanted to run away, but he couldn't run away from his life, and it would only cause more, painful trouble. Hatred was building up the more he watched the moons light shimmer across the night sky, when he eventually brought his fist down on his windowsill. And shut the curtains.

'Stop- He snapped at himself, 'stop thinking about it, and get to sleep'

The young werewolf turned slowly about and reached his bed, turned off the light and tried to sleep. Except the more he tried, the longer he stayed awake, he couldn't help thinking about tomorrows hearing at the Ministry Of Magic. If his father had not been a wizard, he wouldn't be going through this. But he blamed himself. If it weren't for him running off into the depths of the midnight sky and into the forest, he wouldn't be in this state.

Remus J Lupin thought over it one last time and with out warning, fell asleep. Although he was filled with excitement and heartache, he was exhausted and needed a rare rest. He hadn't gotten to sleep the past few days, but one of his many distant wishes had come true.

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That next day, Remus was woken by the sound of a clatter of metal coming from outside, he took no notice of it, simply moaned and turned over in bed, trying hard to get back into his relaxing sleep. It was a very hot, humid day and although the curtains to his room were shut completely, the compelling sun's rays still managed to find a way through the blockage. The lone werewolf hadn't it in his heart to actually lift himself from bed, but he knew, like all others involved, he had too, his hearing would be starting at twelve o'clock, and as the eleven year old focused his gaze on his alarm clock, it showed it was almost time.

Remus Lupin found himself walking droopily across the room, he yawned and remembered his horrible thoughts last night about hating his life all of a sudden. That was the reason of having to awake to early, and although he did not know where about the hearing was, he had a dreading feeling that it was a mistake. He couldn't think of a single problem that would occur during the trial, the only thing that blurted into his mind was, 'am I going to be a prisoner?'

The young werewolf readied himself for presenting himself in front of the Ministry of Magic and began to change into his day clothes. After a while, he met his mother downstairs and another, tall male figure standing by her side, his father. He was tall, (like Remus' mother) and had dark brown, very short hair. Remus' dad was wearing a black and white business jacket and underneath, white shirt, followed by black pants and shoes. He had a button nose with a spot on the end, which made the young werewolf give him an odd look.

"Hello dad" Remus said as he entered the room, his father spun himself around and a delighted face appeared on him.

"Ah! Remus, how are you? Ready for that hearing? We don't know if you're a wizard yet, of course, so we'll meet three employees from the Ministry of Magic at another location" His dad begun, then sighed, "All set I suppose?" Remus nodded, "excellent! See you Alice. Now, follow me Remus", Alice was Remus' mothers real name, Alice Lupin, (as she was called when married to his father).

The young werewolf watched as the dark brown haired wizard crossed the room, and visit the hallway. He followed on, turning back, waved a (probably last) good bye to his mother, and she nodded and smiled. If he were going to be kept a prisoner, he'd never see the light of day again, neither night, he felt himself cringe but the coughing of his dad directed him out of the small house.

Remus' father and him trod swiftly to his company car and opened it. He peeked inside for a while, it was a grimy place to sit, but it would have to make do after all, what could a seat do? He'd had second thoughts about the 'hearing' and felt too nervous to be true, but he had to ignore it and speak for himself.

"Inside Remus. We've got a long way to drive; it'll take around half an hour in this car though. Also, it has a few surprise's" Mr Lupin laughed, the young werewolf jumped inside, he had a horrible sensation when sitting down, the seats were slimy and greasy and a sound came that put Remus off eating for a while.

"Err...can we hurry up...I really don't want to wait any longer" the hazel eyed boy noted, His father turned around and waved what looked like a carved stick, a wand. A sound came from the engine that sounded like it was going to blow up, but thankfully it didn't, there were no seatbelts, just doors and seats. The car travelled down the road for about three seconds, then there was bang, and the car felt as if it had crashed. For a while Remus thought it had, but it suddenly became a lighter, steadier and wavy ride, and when he looked out of the window, a very surprised expression struck on his face. His fathers business car was flying.

"W-what?" The young eleven year old stuttered.

Remus' father began to chuckle, then shouted as he opened the window and a gust of wind shot in, causing both their hair to fly up. "Yes Remus! We are flying! One of the many surprise's I wanted to show you!"

The young werewolf peered over the window and down on the ground, they were flying over many houses, and the people looked like ants, it was amazing. Flying in a car. Who would have guessed it could. Remus had completely forgotten about his hearing, he wanted to stay in this car all day, just driving around the country and back.

"Wait, hold on a second. Can't people see this? I mean a flying car..." –

"Oh, no need to worry, they can't see us, it's a certain magical trick many wizarding cars can perform!" Mr Lupin informed him, she sky was a glimmering red, mixed with the suns rays, it was brighter from up here, but he took no notice.

He looked towards his dad, he'd grown a serious look now, and the young werewolves face had stamped itself upset. 'I hate my damned life! Its cursed now! Cursed forever with this monster stalking me behind all the time! I just hope this meeting thing wont turn out as awful. Because I cant imagine my life getting any worse...' The young werewolf thought, turned his head miserably towards the window and felt himself about to cry, but held it this time. Instead he felt upset at the heart, and closed his eyes all the way.