Hello every Marauder fan who decided to click on this story, I´m very honoured and hope you will stick with me until the very end.

English isn´t my native language, though I hope you will see past that. I´m doing my best.

I have been wanting to write this story in about forever, I have been having headcanons and ideas, and now I finally write it all down. I can´t wait to see what you think of it!

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DISCLAIMER I´m only a fan who finds these guys very interesting, so basically all the characters you find, and many of the plots belong to JK Rowling.

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The needing evil

Stories can be seen from different views and angles. They are seen differently from different people. There are good stories and bad stories. Love stories and stories about love.

"Remus?" his mom asked, she stood in the door. Hope Lupin was a short woman with tawny hair like her son, though hers is closer to red where her son is closer to brown. Freckles decorated them both, on the chins, over the nose and many on the shoulders as well. Green/yellow eyes met blue ones as they looked at each other.

Stories affect us all differently. Matters on what we have experienced ourselves. A story about someone dying will affect those who have lost their loved ones much more than some who haven't.

"It's time" her voice cracked. Remus closed his book (Hogwarts a history) and stared out of the window. Behind the trees, he could see the last bits of orange slowly disappearing with the sun. The sky turned blue, purple and even the clouds were coloured.

These stories are all made up. An author makes it up and writes it down for others to enjoy. Then someone makes it into a book. But not all stories are made up. Some of them contain hard, cold facts. Some of them are based on things that have happened.

Remus Lupin looked up at his mother with begging eyes "Just one more chapter, I'm done soon, I promise" he hated what was about to happen and wanted to stay away for as long as possible. Forever really, but his wish will never come true.

Some stories are called articles. A journalist goes out in the big wide world, experience something, writes it down, for others to read in the newspaper. A good way of spreading news.

"I´m sorry, you have to go now" her voice was only a whisper, she hated it as much as her son. Six years and neither of them had gotten used to it. This is something you will never get used to, something you will just have to live with because there is nothing else you can do.

In most stories, there is a problem, a conflict. It creates the whole story; no conflict, no story.

The tiny boy groaned. Why did it have to be him of all people? Why did the universe hate him so much? Slowly he stood up and carefully place his book on the shelf. If he could just skip it once in a while.

The conflict can come from a person or the outer world. The person conflict is when the lead character has a problem with themselves, they must act. The outer world conflict is when the outer world forces the lead role to act.

He had been living with this since he was five. It hurts the same every time. The boy turned around and shot a tired glance at his mother. Sighing before leaving the room. His life wasn´t good, would probably never be. No one could ever love him truly.

Sometimes the lead role will make a huge mistake. This mistake causes the conflict or is some part of the conflict. One huge mistake can ruin your entire life.

His dad joined them as they walked through the house and outside. He is unlike his son and wife very tall, he has brown crew-cut hair and a full beard. His eyes are a dark shade of green, there is no freckle in sight, but he has a nice tan even though he doesn´t spend that much time outside.

The forest stood before him, big, dark, scary. Remus began walking towards it and Lyall Lupin followed a while after, giving Remus the space, he needed. Hope stood behind, she hadn´t followed him there in ages.

What is a book without a conflict? Boring.

Smells of warm and flowers hit his nostrils when he entered the forest. When he sniffed deeper there was a scent of dust and grass. But soon the smells will be replaced with blood and darkness. Remus and his dad wandered deep into the forest, away from the smell of cars and the sound of traffic. The busy normal life, with normal people.

If you stand in the corner of a room, you can see the whole room, except for the corner you are standing in. That´s the needing evil. Without evil, there is no good. Without darkness, there is no light. The world needs light, and someone just has to suffer from that.

Even when it was summer, it became cold when the sunset. He wandered into the middle of the forest, the smell of shadows and the sound of nothing filled him up. A willow now stood before him, he sat down with his back to it.

Lyall Lupin cast the necessary spells and then turned around to walk back into the house. Remus couldn´t hear him, but he could see him as he walked away. If just Remus could do that as well.

Without sadness, there is no happiness. Without death, there is no life.

The last streak of orange disappeared. The sky turned black and small stars began to take form on the night sky. And somewhere thousands of miles away, the full moon was rising. Oblivious to the rest of the world Remus began to scream. Scream like all the other full moons, but it was just as terrible as all the other times.

His bones cracked and shifted shape, the screams disappeared and turned to howls. And a few long minutes there was no longer a boy named Remus Lupin under the willow tree, only a bloody terrifying werewolf.

But just because the whole world seems against you, giving you nothing but, moons, blood, darkness and pain, doesn't mean that the stars aren't shining long away, offering a hand.

Blood… pain… darkness… hungry… blood… kill…

Remus found himself in his bedroom the next time he woke up, there was an owl next to him, staring curiously. He felt a rush in his stomach but quickly pushed the thought away, it couldn´t be. He couldn´t get his letter. No one would ever allow him to attend school.

He slowly sat up and took the letter from the owl, there was two of them. The one was thick while the other one was thin. Remus reached for the thin one first, he opened it slowly.

Dear mister R. Lupin

I am aware of your lycanthropy.

As I'm sure you know werewolves are normally not allowed to attend school, but what is the fun in being normal? I will give you a chance to study like everybody else. And I will give you a place where you can transform without being afraid to hurt anyone.

I hope you will consider my offer.

Your (hopefully) future headmaster

Albus Dumbledore

With trembling hands Remus opened the other letter as well, it contained his acceptance letter and a list of supplies. But that meant… though it couldn´t be, werewolves aren´t allowed to attend school. They can´t, he can´t. It´s impossible.

While Remus tried to gather his thoughts, his dad entered the room. "Remus, there is something-"his dad stopped when he saw the letters Remus was holding. "Is it…?"

Remus nodded automatically.

Without hesitation, Lyall Lupin took two giant steps towards Remus and wrapped his arms around his boy. This was what they had been waiting for; a little dash of hope.

Of course most of his books and his uniform would be second hand, but Remus couldn´t bring himself to care. The thought of going to Hogwarts was too good to focus on bad things.

Hope entered the room and joined the hug, she didn´t understand what he had been offered, but she was happy for her son.

His whole life had been packed with nurses and healers, they tried to remove the curse. But nothing can remove a dark curse like that. Werewolves had been around for centuries. If they haven't found anything against it now, they probably never would.

Remus had gotten the chance of having an almost normal life, and that is with no doubt the best thing that has ever happened to him.

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So this was the first chapter, don´t worry, the next ones will be longer.

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