BLUR
"What was your life like before you were a werewolf?"
Remus closed his eyes. What was it like? He'd been bitten at such a young age, it was difficult to remember.
A blur.
He tried desperately to dig back into his mind and find something, anything from before The Night.
A blur.
He could vaguely remember something but every time he tried to remember more to it all he could see was the wolf, the blood, and feel the pain of getting torn into by sharp teeth.
Blurring his memory.
He would never remember. His childhood was lost.
