A.N.: My friend did a one shot about Remus Lupin, and I decided that since she didn't want to follow up on this story that I should write a story following that, seeing as her story gave me a new plot idea. I have her permission to use her story as a reference, so in order to fully understand the following you have to read her story, A Werewolves Past.
P.S.: To any of the Millenium War readers that also read this story, I am so sorry about not updating! The creativity spark for that story has gone out...well, not fully at least. I will try my best, and rest assured I will update that story before shool starts. Well, before school starts for me seeing as some of you have already started school...
He just hugged his daughter and cried for not only what he had done but what he had to do. The next day, after they had buried Alyssa, he put his daughter in an orphanage to never see her again. He put the house up for sale after fixing the damage the wolf had done, and bought a house in the middle of no where. And the rest is written in the pages of the books we've all known to love.
Well, at least part of it was. The rest laid in the hands of the young girl that had lived through that story continuously in her mind, the following showing what happened afterward...
A Rude Awakening at the Worst of Times
It was March 10, 1999 when Remus John Lupin entered a seemingly deserted building, known at the time as 12 Grimmauld Place. The sound of his footsteps echoed uneasilly throughout the building, resonatingat an alarming rate. He turned his head in each direction, hoping to catch a glimpse or hear a whisper in the wind that was someone's voice, just fully unheard in the many hallways and rooms there.
Nothing. The silence there was starting to twinge a fear in him, but he kept calm, continuing the walk down to the basement, most likely where everyone else was supposed to be. True, the many people that visited Grimmauld Place knew well enough not to be very loud, doing so would get the painting of Sirius' mum to wake up and...Well to put it bluntly, mass chaos would endure. Nobody wanted that. Fearing the worst, he slowly opened the basement door...
"Happy Birthday Lupin!" The room chorused, bringing the color to Remus' face as he walked into the room to find many of his friends there to celebrate his birthday. "N-No, you guys shouldn't have." he said weakly, smiling just the same as the group began congratulating him and handing him their gifts.
"Oh come off it, it's your birthday! You should be celebrating it, you know." Harry smiled, leading him over to where it was less crowded, to a table with a cake among other delectable foods, drinks, and other things there that made the place seem rather homely, if not more pleasant then it first seemed. Along with the many foods there, the basement, despite it's usual dreary look, was now alight with color and warmth.
"I know, but...we still have alot of work to do. Voldemort is still in power and-" He was cut off by Hermione, determination shown clearly in her voice as she spoke, though her tone was slightly softened due to what they were celebrating.
"Lupin, please? It's your birthday, you should really relax. We should take the time to at least celebrate your birthday out of this entire year, so why don't you calm down? We'll always be ready to attack Voldemort, whenever we shall strike. May I remind you that he doesn't know about Grimmauld Place? If he did then we wouldn't be here. And an added note-"
"It's your birthday, and everyone has gone to the trouble of throwing the party, will you at least stay and celebrate?" Ron asked, breaking through Hermione's banter quickly, which awarded him with a frown. Despite just graduating out of Hogwarts the year before, it didn't mean that she wasn't her usual book wormy self. In fact, if truth be told, she was even more into books then she ever had been before. The others in the room hadn't changed that much either; the occassional growth spurt, bodies built up more, years past growing in their faces, but other then that they group was still their same old selves, that fact being proven here at this moment.
"...ok then, if I must." Remus nodded, placing the bag he had slung over his shoulder down on a seat as the group began digging into the food, chatter breaking out along with congratulations as everyone got some food, eating as they joyously conversed and forgot the troubles in the outside world.
At least, most of them did. Remus took a seat away in a corner, eating his food with a sad demeanor, silent and lonely with no sign of enjoying the festivities. "Remus, are you ok?" Tonks asked, taking a seat close to him with a wary smile. Her hair was it's usual bubblegum pink hue, wild and as crazy as ever; usually a good sign that she was in a good mood. "You seem troubled." He immediately shook his head at her question of concern.
"It's nothing. I'm just thinking about something that happened a long time ago...it doesn't matter anymore." He said with a small smile.
"If it didn't matter, then you wouldn't be thinking about it." She murmured, placing a hand on his arm. Her hair turned into a light shade of brown as the conversation continued. "You can tell me what's wrong; I've known and accepted other things I have found out about you. I'll be able to accept this."
"It's not like anything I've told anyone." He said quietly, taking her hand in his as he spoke. "I mean, a few people have known, but it's nothing that I've really wanted to tell anyone else after the incident..."
She looked into his eyes, detecting the hurt he was feeling though she didn't know why he was feeling that way. "Can you tell me?" She asked, squeezing his hand gently to reassure him. "You know that I wouldn't tell anyone.."
"I know, but it doesn't concern you...I'm going to be fine. There's no need for you to worry so much about me." He murmured persistently.
She held the same degree of stubbornness in her voice. "Remus, please. Whatever's bothering you is serious. I can't know what's troubling you unless you tell me." She said, on the brink of begging. "Why can't you tell me?"
"I..It's hard to talk about." He said quietly, glancing at the room full of happy people with mixed feelings. "If I tell you, will you promise not to tell anyone?" She smiled sincerely, nodding as if it would add purpose to the agreement. "Of course, I'll keep it a secret. What is it?"
"I killed my wife."
A.N.: Dadum!...-cough- Erm, well anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed that first chapter! Hopefully it was suspenceful enough for you ;) R&R!
