Disclaimer: The Potter series is not mine. I know, hard to believe, right?
A/N: Sorry in advance for errors, I did not get a beta reader for this and am sad to admit I am much too lazy to edit. Please, however, inform me of any errors or tell me how great it was or how terrible, etc. by way of a review. Also, it might seem unBritish-ish because Britishism is not my strongest point.
October
When Remus was four…
I hear two loud voices, I cover my ears slightly. I hate when people yell. I peek around the tall hedge to see Daddy and a big man I've never seen before arguing.
Mummy says you should never ever raise your voice, and that makes me wonder. Why is Daddy breaking such an important rule to Mummy? She tells me lots of times that Daddy always listens to her. All the sudden the big man gives Daddy a big shove. I see Daddy stumble backwards.
I remember the other very important rule to Mummy—never lay your hands on another creature to cause them harm. I walk up to the big man as I hear a low laughing coming from him. I tug his sleeve angrily.
"You never lay hand on 'nother person!" I tell him when he looks down. I give him that mean look that Daddy calls a… blare?
Daddy gives me a warning look.
"Remy, go back inside," he says in that voice he always uses when I go to high on the swings.
The big man looks back at Daddy.
He has a weird look on his face; it's like a smile, except a very scary one. Then he turns around and leaves.
A scared look is on Daddy's face now as the man walked away. He runs over to me and hugs me real tight.
"Go back inside now," he gives me a small push and I run back to the house.
I always listen to Daddy. Mummy tells me all the time how I'm a very good boy because I always do.
"Remy, honey?" Mummy's voice is coming from the kitchen.
"Yes, Mummy?" I run to the kitchen.
"Do you know who the man in the garden was?" She bends her knees so she can look me in the eyes.
"No," I say to her, "But he wasn't very nice."
"Hmm… no, I don't think so either, honey," she kisses me on the forehead.
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"Mummy, Mummy!" I jump up and down excitedly.
"Yeah Remy?" she calls back.
"The moon is all round and pretty!" I exclaim. I love the moon when it's full; it is one of the bestest sights in the world.
I hear her walk into the living room where I'm looking out the huge window that faces the front.
"Wanna go outside and see it better?" she picks me up, laughing.
I nod with enthusiasm.
"Come on then,"
Mummy's eyes get all crinkly when she smiles and she looks very pretty.
We go into the front and Mummy puts me back on the ground. I stare up at the moon and can't seem to look away.
"Ellen? Ellen?! What are you doing outside?!" Daddy's voice sounds like he's scared.
I look back at the house. Mummy walks over to him with a curious look on her face.
"What's wrong?" Mummy asks.
I hear Daddy talk in a very small voice so I can't hear what they are saying. Daddy explained to me once that he uses that voice to talk to Mummy about "Grown-up things". Then I hear another sound and I look around.
"Ooh a doggy!" I point at it. It's a very big doggy too.
Daddy yells and before I know it I am lying on my back. I feel sharp things going into my arm. I see a red light -
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"…no cures for werewolf bites… he'll be perfectly normal and himself…only once a month…"
I can't understand what the unfamiliar voice was talking about. I open my eyes, but push them shut really fast. The lights were really bright and they hurt my eyes.
"Remy?" Mummy's voice.
"Mummy?" My voice sounds like Daddy's "grown-up stuff" voice, except it is all crackly like the leaves in piles outside my house when I step in them.
My eyes open a little bit and see Mummy's face.
"Why are you crying, Mummy?" I ask her.
She wipes her eyes very quickly.
"Oh nothing, Remy, I was just worried about you," she tells me in a soft voice – the "bedtime story" voice.
"Why, Mummy?"
"He may not remember what happened to him," the unknown voice that I heard when I woke up says. "When kids are bitten, their mind blocks out any memory of such a traumatic event."
Mummy nods slowly.
"What's wrong, Mummy?"
I don't like not knowing this secret.
"Nothing, honey," she smiles at me, but her eyes are not crinkly.
The person I don't know looks like he wants to say something, but his mouth closes before he does.
"Go back to sleep now, honey," she tells me. "I'll tell you a story."
"'Kay,"
I snuggle back into the comfortable bed.
"Once upon a time…"