When remus was eight, he was fascinated by the beauty of the nature around him, he enjoyed to venture into the forest near his house, especially on full moon nights, they were his favorites since the moonlight would stream in between the trees lighting up the forest and willing the beauty of the forest to increase tenfold. He became acquainted to many animals in the forest, namely the hares, the occasional pony and the trees which seemed to welcome him. He had even spotted pixies and fireflies.
It was the sixth of September, 1968, Remus ventured out of his house, the moon had already rised. It was big, round and yellowish in colour. He walked towards the forest, it seemed unusually quiet for a fool moon night, there was not a being in sight and the trees which had seemed so welcoming now seemed foreboding as if demanding him to return home immediately. His spirit of adventure was already fading and fear began to creep instead , he had just turned to return home when he hear an ear splitting howl tearing through the forest. It seemed as if someone was screaming in pain. Another howl split the night and it seemed as if the animal was coming closer. It was then he saw a man writhing in pain not even 100 feet away from him. He saw as a tail sprouted from his behind and as his mouth and nose began to grow longer, he realized he had just witnessed a man changing into a werewolf and not just any man but a man named Fenrir Greyback whose picture flooded the daily prophet along with the number of victims. It was he who was famous for passing on the curse of the full moon to others.
Only one thought seemed to flood his mind: RUN!
He sprinted towards his house, his spirit of adventure filled with fear instead, his heart pounding in his ears. He ran as fast as he could, he could already see his house just a few more meters to safety when he felt something jump on him. He turned. He saw the full grown wolf baring his sharp teeth and yellow eyes glaring at him menacingly. Its mouth from which the saliva was dripping seemed to give him a sinister smile. All remus could do was whimper. The wind was howling and he felt a cold shiver run down his spine and at the same time he felt extremely hot. The next moment he heard someone screaming, he realized the person screaming was him and the only thought which seemd to flood his mind life would never be the same again for him.
He often remembered that horrible night, and still smiled at his cruel fate because even though he was a werewolf he felt he was blessed because his parents did not disown him and he even got the opportunity to go to Hogwarts and make the most wonderful friends
But even then he could not help but wonder if he had not ventured out on that horrible full moon night.