A/N: A short story on how I think Remus got bitten by a Werewolf.

Disclamer: Everything belongs to the extremly talented Ms. JK Rowling.




The Bite of the Wolf



It had started out a normal morning for seven-year-old Remus Lupin. He'd been outside playing while his mother watched him. He'd run around, a huge smile plastered on his face. After a while, his mother went back inside to tend to dinner and left Remus alone in the back yard. She wasn't worried, though. The were in a safe wizarding neighborhood...or what she thought was safe. The sun started to sink behind the pale clouds. Remus was sitting in a small pile of sand his mother had conjured up and was playing happily in it.

"Remus, dear, come inside and eat dinner." his mother called from the back door.

"Hang on, Mum! I want to finish building this castle!" he called back. His mother just grinned and let him go about his buisness. It was deadly silent outside, and Remus had his toung slightly sticking out of the side of his mouth in concentration, when he heard a faint, rustling noise. He perked up a little and tried to listen. There it was again! A soft, swishing sond, like something gliding through the leaves of the woods behind his house. He got up catiously and started to move closer to it. The sound was coming nearer.

"Hello? Is anyone out there? You can come out, I won't hurt you." Remus said in a timid voice. He moved closer to the wood. He could see a dark shape silloueted amongst the many trees. It was as tall as his father, but had juts of hair coming off of its body. It started darting towards him. He realized that it wasn't juts of hair, it was juts of fur! He saw two gleaming, red eyes that shone evil. He turned and ran. He had realized too late that it was a Werewolf in the dark of his wood. He started screaming like mad. It was coming closer, ever closer. Just when he though he may get a break and get away, he tripped over a tree root. He fell down and continued screaming. The Werewolf was right on him. He closed his eyes and prepared for the bite. He felt it's razor sharp fangs tear into his flesh and screamed in pain. The Werewolf looked up, and ran back into the woods. The his tears, Remus could see that his parents had heard him scream and had rushed out, but had found him a little too late. The last thing he remembered was being picked up. He blacked out after that.



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