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Remus
I was never a much-loved child. Most of the time my parents weren't even in the house, leaving me in the care of some neighborhood babysitter. When they were around they mostly kept to their room or study. I had no friends. People thought me to be a snobby, rich kid when really, I was only incredibly shy. I loved books though. Anything can and will happen in books. School was exciting and entertaining. I always got high grades. At age eight, know-it-all was tacked on to the end of my title. So, I became the snobby, rich, know-it-all.
When I nine, I decided to go read out in the forest behind our house on the night of the full moon. That was when I was bitten. After that, my parents were always in the house, fussing and yelling at me. My mother, a fiery French woman, was always screaming at me for going out in the forest. They wouldn't let me go back to school, calling me defiled and strange. I was a stain on the family line, a half breed, a freak. They put in a basement, especially for the full moons. I was down there from the night before to the night after.
My live-in nurse would tend my wounds and give me food. She was the only one who was always around for me. When I was ten and a half, my parents fired her. They sent her back to her family, without a tongue. Six months later, I got my Hogwarts letter.
I was to get there a week early, the week of the full moon, so the Headmaster could make the right adjustments for my living conditions. I would go down through the passage to the Haunted House, behind the Whomping Willow, which had been planted just for me. The rest of the month I could be just like a normal child. Still, no one was allowed to know. I would be off visiting my sick mother once a month. I could truthfully say that she had hit me a little, that's where the marks came from. She was sick, she didn't know any better.
I would go through Hogwarts as I had my elementary school, keeping my head down and my grades up. That worked for awhile. Until I met James Potter.
James was a very forceful eleven-year-old. He stood by his beliefs. He seemed to think that I needed some friends. And that's what I was going to get. Some friends. James had come to the decision that two others were also worthy of his time. He picked me, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew. So after a lot of cajoling, threatening, bullying and bribery, we all ended up in the same room long enough for him to tell us his idea. He said that he wanted to put together the greatest group of pranksters in Hogwarts history. To do this he needed me, the brains, Sirius, the prankster prince (as he had been dubbed after turning Professor McGonagall's hair violet), Peter, the pickpocket and himself, the mastermind. So, weird, bookish Remus Lupin joined the Marauders.
Next Chapter: Sirius
Excerpt: "I did not grow up in a loving caring house. Love is not part of the Black Way."
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