Bloody Vorlons!
That's all Marcus could think right now. Those bloody Vorlons had sent him back in time. They told him he had a vital mission to protect a young boy named Harry Potter, to assist him in defeating a Dark Lord.
They had, somehow, taken his self and implanted it in a boy, nano-seconds after he died from a werewolf bite, using the body to house his essence. He was now Remus J. Lupin, a 4-year-old werewolf, with few, if any rights. He wasn't even in the right time. Harry Potter did not even exist yet.
As a werewolf he barely had any rights. Some people wanted to put him to death and most considered him a mindless dark beast of a creature.
Why did they put him in the body of a person who was considered less than worthless?
For that matter, how would he even go to school, much less teach a boy who wouldn't even be born for a few decades how to defeat some nearly-all powerful dark lord?
Bloody Vorlons!