Chapter 1: Remus Lupin

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The sun shines like a lit candle flickering in the wind. It's bright orange and red mix together to create a beautiful sunset while he white, fluffy clouds still float in the sky. A young boy, no older than eight sits quietly underneath an old oak tree. With a large brown book with weathered pages in hand, he reads silently trying to escape the horrors of life. He dreams of flying pirate ships and lost treasures. He soars on a dragon in search for the evil captain's sword and when he reaches out for it, his thoughts are shattered into tiny pieces as if they were glass.

He can hear them yelling. Over and over again; it echoes in his mind. He can't understand what they're saying but he overhears the word werewolf. The boy looks down at his arm. The swelling hasn't gone down yet and it's bright red. The wound is deep and painful, but it has stopped bleeding. Turning back to his book, he tries to ignore everything. He tries to forget last night, but he can't.

He sees his father stomp out the door. His father is angry; very angry. The blood has rushed to his face and it is now bright red going on purple. The boy's father swings open the car door so hard, the child thinks the door will rip right off, but it doesn't. As his father rolls away from the small cottage, his mother waits in the doorway. He knows that whatever has happened is because of him.

He looks up at his mother for some time. Guilt and fear shows through his readable eyes. Tears stream down his face. He is sorry for going out into the woods alone. He's sorry his father had to leave and he is sorry all of his mother's plans for him have been thrown out the window. He can't stand to look at her any more. The guilt is too much and so he runs.

He grabs his book while he runs faster and faster. He can't stand to be with anyone at the moment. He is ashamed. His mother's voice calls out his name, "Remus!" she yells frightened. "Remus come back!" He hears his mother's shrill voice, but he doesn't turn back. He has caused her too much pain; too much sorrow.

As he runs, tears slide down his face. He doesn't know where he's going, but he knows he'll never come back. As he runs, the book slides from his arms and as he tries to catch it, he slips onto the damp grass. He doesn't feel like moving any more. He doesn't feel like trying. He knows what he is and he hopes he will just die, so he won't have to feel the pain. This doesn't happen. He lies still as a board until the sun is no longer in sight. Only the waning moon is visible.

The sun is up again. It's light is blinding, but the boy, Remus, can't help but look up at the swollen yellow orb in the sky. His fearlessness is gone and he is afraid. He doesn't know where to go; where to turn. Remus tries to retrace his steps, but he can barely remember, for he is only eight. As he turns around he sees a pale yellow house and it brings fourth a memory.

He remembers this house. His father drove past it many times. He turns that way and starts to walk toward it; still clinging onto the book. As he continues walking, he realizes more and more familiar houses. Beige ones and blue ones and a special pale yellow one; that is his house. As he walks toward it, he can see his mother on the step; crying.

Remus runs toward her, tears sliding down his face again. His mother sees him and smiles, happy that he is okay. She runs toward her son, happy that at least one of her family members has come back. They hug each other tightly as she wipes away the tears. "I'm sorry," Remus whispers to her. "I'm so sorry,"

A small smile appears on her lips. She isn't happy, just glad that her son is back. She loves him and she always will; no matter what he turns into each month. Her baby blue eyes sparkle with tears as she hugs her son even more tightly. "It's alright," she whispers; knowing that it's not. "Everything will be just fine."