Disclaimer: No character that is familiar in this is mine. It is all J.K. Rowling's. This is slash (boy/boy). All flames will be used to make grilled cheese sandwiches. And I will disregard you.

Misery Loves Company Chapter 1: Remus John Lupin

"Hey mum, I'm ho-" an 11 year old Remus John Lupin stopped mid sentence upon seeing his mother curled up on the sofa with some man. His mother forced a smile and silently ordered her son up to his room. Even at the tender age of 11, Remus knew what a whore was and that his mother was exactly that, a prostitute. And she was servicing a client at the moment.

After his father's death, Remus' mother needed a job and stumbled upon her profession of choice to support her and her young son. Remus did not remember his father much,but then again, he did not remember much before his "accident". He knew that his being a werewolf was caused by his father's difference of opinion on the war and his declining the offer to join Voldemort's side of the wizard war. See, Remus' father was a wizard, but his mother was a muggle. Well, Voldemort was not happy about Remus' father not joining so he sent Fenrir Greyback, a werewolf, to attack Remus, trying to get Remus' father to join. This ultimately led to Remus being bit and turned into a lycanthrope. Remus' father tried to kill Fenrir and ended up being killed himself.

Remus practically ran to his room. Once safely inside, he pulled out a pocket knife and pressed its blade to his slender, pale wrist. He watched the blood flow from his veins and arteries. Remus liked that shade of red against his skin. Remus moved on to the other wrist. Suddenly, he heard his mother's footsteps on the stairs and quickly pulled on some fingerless gloves. The wounds burned on contact with the material. There came a knock on his door.

"Come in Mother." Remus said. The door opened and in came his mother, a woman in her mid-thirties. She stalked over to her son and slapped him across the face.

"I told you to come through the back door on Tuesdays! I'm always with a client on Tuesdays!" she yelled, slapping him again. Remus' eyes were pooled with tears. He stuttered and tried to explain and apologize, but his mum wasn't having it and stormed away. Remus, frustrated with his mother, threw himself upon his bed and started a new book.

A couple hours later, Remus' mother called him down for dinner. He went down to help set the table. They sat down for dinner.

"So, how was school?" his mother asked.

"...fine." he answered.

"Honey, don't you think your hair's a bit long?" He shook his head. His mother frowned and tried to look into her son's eyes, but his hair covered them, "And your clothes are ridiculous!" she said, scowling at Remus' black flare jeans, black converses, black mesh shirt, black, studded dog collar, and black fingerless gloves. Remus rolled his eyes, but she didn't see.

"Did anything come in the mail for me?" he asked. His mother shook her head and sighed.

"Remus, I'm telling you to let that go. There's no way you're going to Hogwarts! They'd never accept a monst- a person like you." she told him. Remus poked his baked potato with his fork. They both jumped when they heard a voice.

"Au contraire, Mrs. Lupin. We've decided to rethink that decision." The voice belonged to an old man with long silver hair and a beard. He had pale, twinkling blue eyes and a long robe and high heeled boots. Remus and his mother stood up. "I'm Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, and I have a proposition for you, Remus Lupin." And he told them about how Remus could go to Hogwarts without anyone knowing about his "condition".

Before he left, Dumbledore left Remus a Hogwarts acceptance letter. Remus was so happy that he hugged Dumbledore and he was grinning like a maniac. Dumbledore told Remus that he would send someone to take Remus shopping for his school supplies.

A few months later, there came a knock on the door.

"Remus, would you answer that?!"