Hiya. After I read Remus' new bio on Pottermore, I decided my old story ("Youths") did not deserve to continue. Back then, I was far too busy to start again. Now...I'm just sporadically writing. I guess this is a new start. Kinda like the "Grand Re-Re-Re-Re-Opening" in Bob's Burgers.

This story will be about ALL the Marauders.

Disclaimer: I'm not Queen JKR. If I were, shoot, the Marauders movie would already be a thing.

Remus Lupin never asked for much. Never asked for new games, books or clothes. All he wanted was to be himself again.

He was too young to be having an existential crisis. But here he was. Only five-years-old, and completely terrified.

It had been a month since the dreadful night that changed his life forever. The night that marked Remus as a full-fledged werewolf.

He didn't remember much of the attack. Just being abruptly awoken by the painful sensation of blood dripping out of his leg in a crescent moon shaped wound.

And now, it was time to face the moon and face reality.

The sun began to set, orange-pink clouds ablaze. Remus used to love sunsets, but these days he wished the sun would shine forever.

His mom, Hope, silently held his hand as they left the air-conditioned house to the large, seemingly-endless backyard. The sticky June heat remained, even as the sky darkened.

Not far ahead the two, Remus' father, Lyall, was preparing the shed for Remus' transformation. He had casted all sorts of charms on the solemn, red shed to make sure Remus couldn't escape.

When the trio united, they only had fifteen minutes till moonrise. Remus trembled, green eyes darting from mother to father.

"I'm scared," he said in a small voice.

Hope kneeled down to meet his eyes and clamped his shoulder.

"Remus, honey," she replied. "It's all right to be scared. But you know what?"

"What?"

"You're my brave little boy," Hope smiled slightly. "You will get through this, Remus. I know you will."

Remus returned the smile and embraced her in a warm hug. He let go and lifted his head.

"Dad?"

"Son," Lyall took a deep breath. "Don't forget that your, uh, condition doesn't change who you are. Regardless of what happens in that shed tonight. You're still our bright boy. You'll always be."

Tears dripped from Remus' eyes. He was still their bright boy. That's all that mattered.

Remus glanced down at his plastic wristwatch. It was time. He gave a last fleeting look to his parents and went inside the shed.

Darkness shrouded him. The only source of light came from the barred window. He faintly heard his dad say a charm to lock him inside.

His mind continued to race. His small legs quivered beneath him. Remus ran his fingers through his sandy brown hair.

Mum and Dad say everything is gonna be okay. I'll be okay. I'll be okay. I'll be—

The four year old sank to his knees and clawed at his neck. With a thump, the rest of his convulsing body fell to the ground in agony. His blood felt like ice. With each heartbeat, with each breath, Remus lost pieces of his humanity. Fur quickly sprouted all over his body and his height skyrocketed. His bones shifted into the wolfish frame. Then, his sage green eyes turned to yellow gold.

Remus Lupin was gone. The wolf had taken over.