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A/N: This is how I picture Lupin's life to be like. Don't get mad at me if we don't see eye to eye :-)
Chapter 1
I don't remember the night when I got bitten. It's just a bit of a blur. Nor do I remember my parents bringing me into the basement and chaining me to the wall each month, even though I know it happened.
I do remember how I thought of ending my pain, even if I was only 6. I remembered how my parents brought me to the Ministry of Magic after my first transformation. I was tired, I had bandages covering most of my body where I had bitten and scratched myself mercilessly. My dad carried me so I could sleep. When they finished registering me I lost all hope of being cured.
From then on I was a werewolf.
My parents tried hard to keep me happy. The thought of suicide always stayed with me though. I didn't have any friends, so I took to reading.
When I was 10, I began thinking of school. I'd read about Hogwarts. When I had asked mom about it, her eyes went glassy and she wouldn't answer me.
"I can't go, can I?" I asked after a few moments of silence
"Remus, sweetie..." She began
"I can't go 'cause of what I am?" I could feel my eyes stinging. I turned on my heel and hurried from the room.
That night I sat on my bed, staring down at the scarred arm. Who would want to be my friend? I was a monster in the body of a child. I knew of people who wanted to kill me just because I was at the wrong place at the wrong time.
The thought of suicide crossed me mind again, but I pushed it away.
That's just what they want, I thought, they'd be happy; one less werewolf to deal with.
I lay down and looked up at the ceiling. "No." I said to myself, "I'll fight."
End of Chapter One
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