Disclaimer: Sorry, I'm not JK Rowling, no matter how much I pray for it to be true. This is all her world. I do not own any of the character nor am I making any money off of this, nor do I want to.

A/N: Enjoy! This is my first ever Fanfiction.

Chapter 1: Life Dreams Crash

Six-year-old Remus Lupin was still unconscious after the night of the full moon. Hope was crying on her husband Lyall's shoulder, having understood the gravity of the situation her son had gotten himself into. She was a muggle, and only learned of Lyall's magic after Remus had shown his magical abilities. She was so excited when she saw her son's talent, and Lyall had only pointed out so many times the excessive talent for a young wizard that Remus had. It had never crossed Hope's mind that she would have to see Remus like this, so beat up and weak.

Lyall gave a comforting squeeze to Hope's hand and continued to watch Remus lying there so weak. Lyall had a highly publicized opinion against werewolves, but now it seemed that in return for his sins, his son was now to pay. He watched the healer pace back and forth, waiting for Remus to arouse.

"Remus has been bitten, correct?" Lyall asked, though dreading the answer.

"I'm afraid so, Mr Lupin. There wasn't anything you could do, had you come ten seconds later, your son wouldn't be alive right now," Healer Jones said.

"It is my fault. He wouldn't have been bitten if it weren't for me," Lyall said, guilt washing over his entire face.

"Don't say that dear. It was meant to be," Hope said, speaking for the first time in over eight hours.

"I just want you to understand the risks your son has now that he has become a werewolf," the Healer said, though clearly uncomfortable.

"Carry on," Lyall said, walking over to sit on the bed next to his young son.

Healer Jones cleared her throat, "Transformations will not only be dangerous for you, but for your son. If he is kept alone, he will start to scratch and bite himself. There have been cases where young werewolves have died due to this phenomenon. If you see this as dangerous and wish to abandon him, we would not recommend releasing Remus into the wild, but putting him down. Would that interest you?"

Hope's eye twitched as she started to tremble with anger. "How dare you suggest something like that? How DARE you speak of my SON as if he is an ANIMAL! He shows talent, like no other of his kind! He WILL live a normal life!"

The Healer inhaled, trying to keep her cool. "Yes, of course, I apologize. But you are aware of the prejudices against his kind. I assume especially you, Mr Lupin?"

"I understand the prejudices, but it seems as if my views would be changed. Remus is not a monster."

"Yes, well, over half of the wizarding population would disagree with that opinion. Remus will have trouble getting a job, and will more that likely not be accepted into any school. No headmaster would be willing to accept a werewolf into a school, where students are there. They would be endangered. No one would want to talk to him."

Remus let out a small moan of pain before slowly opening his eyes. His eyes darted around the room he was in. He saw white walls around him. Slowly his eyes worked their way into focus, but he could not remember seeing such a room. He slowly turned his head towards his parents, who were eyeing Remus very carefully.

"Where am I?" He said, rather weakly.

Healer Jones took the initiative to answer his question. "You, Remus Lupin, are in St. Mungos. How are you feeling?"

Remus felt too weak to express the shock he felt from this reply. He looked down at his arms and legs, which were now covered in gashes. He propped himself up to a sitting position, not knowing what quite to say about his condition.

"Er, I'm fine. I'm covered in gashes and feel weak, but other that that I'm fine. Why? What happened?" Remus asked, starting to get worried of the solemn expressions of the adult's faces.

Hope promptly began to sob and Lyall took it upon himself to comfort her once more. He gave a nod to the Healer to continue talking to Remus.

"What do you know about werewolves?"

"They're bad, vicious monsters who care nothing about themselves. They like to hurt people and want to take over the world and…" Remus trailed off, realization growing in his eyes. "I haven't…what…why?"

"Last night it was a full moon. You were bitten. You are a…a…" the Healer was unable to break the news to the innocent face looking up at her.

"A what?" Remus said, his voice starting to tremble. "Tell me. Tell me!"

Healer Jones glanced at Lyall, not wanting to be the one to confirm Remus' suspicions. Lyall closed his eyes and took a breath before speaking.

"A werewolf."

"A w-w-werewolf?" Remus stammered. "B-but, no, but, I'M NOT A MONSTER!"

Healer Jones looked at Remus with pity in her eyes. "You're not a monster."

Remus' eyes darted between the Healer and his father, hoping to see his father's jovial face exclaiming it to be a prank and his mother to start laughing and playfully hitting him. But there was no such hint at this being a sick prank. Their faces stayed solemn.

"B-but, Daddy hates werewolves! I'll be abandoned! My friends –" Remus said, full of genuine fear.

Lyall had not looked Remus in the eyes until now. "You are not a monster. People change. I do not hate werewolves and you most certainly do not fall into the monster category."

Remus turned away from his parents and looked towards the other side of the room. Hope stood up and started to gently place her palm on Remus' forehead.

"We will never abandon you, Remus, no matter what happens. You know, being a werewolf comes with a challenge, one I'm sure you'll succeed in," Hope said, attempting to cheer Remus up. Remus merely shrugged his shoulders.

Lyall put his face in his hands, feeling more and more guilt as he saw the problem that he had caused his family. Those words. Those simple words in the ears of Fenrir Greyback showed how much his life would be changing: "Werewolves are soulless, evil creatures, deserving nothing but death." He should have kept his mouth shut. His son was the one who would have to pay for his mistake.

Healer Jones walked over to Remus and used her own motherly tone, "Ah, yes, the responsibility. I have heard of what a bright kid you are. You will simply have to keep this a secret. And, on top of that, you'll be aware of the time of the month and use your excellent memory to remember dates of the full moon. I'm sure you can do that, can't you?"

Remus lip started to tremble. It all was coming to hit him to fast. Yet he had no choice but to go with the flow. He gently nodded his head, knowing that he couldn't exactly answer 'no' to the Healer. There was a moment of silence before Remus moaned, "Why me?"

Healer Jones and Hope glanced at each other. Hope looked back at Lyall to long enough to see tears falling from his eyes. She looked back at her son, "It had to happen to someone, and you were the best for the job."

"Say this is a bad prank Daddy pulled. Just say that and I'll get revenge. Please."

Hope had no idea what to say and instead got up from the bed alongside the Healer. The Healer was unable to look at any of the Lupins anymore.

"When can we take him home?" Hope asked.

"Don't talk about me like I'm not here!" Remus screamed and Lyall walked over to Remus to try and console him.

"How did he hear us?" Hope asked, curiosity etched into her face, as they started to walk further away from Remus' earshot.

"His senses will be heightened, he'll be faster and stronger than any normal being. He shouldn't try and get into fights, it'll arouse suspicion towards his lycanthropy," the Healer said matter-of-factly, smiling slightly as Remus beamed towards his newfound strength when beating his dad in a game of arm-wrestling. "You can take him home now, he looks much better and his vital signs were all good about an hour ago. Ask your husband to create a room using magic for his transformations, underground would be the best."

Hope nodded her head.

"He will grow differently than the other children, he will always appear small and weak if he doesn't attack a living species, but he will be strong. I have faith in your son," the Healer said, gently approaching this topic. "He will appear weak before and after the full moon. And sick. He'll be irritable and won't be able to handle much."

Hope nodded her head weakly. This would be her son's last full moon as a normal wizard.

"People will abandon him. Let him face the truth. But do not allow him near too many children. Move to the countryside," the Healer said warily, watching Hope's expression. But Hope hadn't moved a muscle. "Love him. He'll need it."

Hope couldn't look in the Healer's eyes after that, it was too much for her to handle. But she would stay strong for her son. That was what he needed the most. Hope ambled over and picked up her already small son (averaging about forty-two inches) and Lyall followed, his face depressed as he thanked the Healer before walking out of the room. They flooed back into their home.

It had been two years ever since Remus had been bitten. He spent long periods of time in his room reading all the books he could get his hands on. He was lonelier than he had ever been in his life. He tried to be a quiet, mature kid, never getting on his parent's nerves or doing anything that would possibly upset them. He obeyed anything they told him to do. He heard his father walking up the stairs and watched his dad open the door.

"Hey Remus," his dad said, as he gently shut the door.

"Hello Daddy. Nice day?" Remus said politely.

"Don't be so polite!"

"Sorry Daddy."

Lyall face palmed before continuing, "Anyway, I'm going to go and prank your mother. You coming? I'll only do it with you."

Remus looked up at his dad, his eyes searching through the past pranks he used to play. But he shook his head.

"Come on Remmy! Why not?"

"Don't call me that, Daddy."

"Sorry, but I think your mum is missing your practical jokes. In fact, so am I. So whaddya say?" Lyall asked.

"I'm sorry Daddy. I don't want to make Mum mad."

Lyall sat down on the bed next to Remus and rested his arm around Remus' shoulder. Remus didn't move a muscle.

"We really aren't going to abandon you. No need to grow up so fast."

"Yeah, but I have to be careful," Remus said sincerely. "Grandpa, Grandma, my cousins, my friends, they all weren't supposed to abandon me either. But it seems that they did. There isn't anything I can do about it."

Lyall looked away from Remus again, remembering the nine words that had changed Remus' life: "Werewolves are soulless, evil creatures, deserving nothing but death."

"We won't abandon you Remus."

"I don't feel like it Daddy. I want to read."

Lyall sighed and got up from bed, "I wish this hadn't changed you so much."

Remus stood up, his face flared with anger. "My dreams are gone! Done! There isn't any hope! I can't be an auror, a teacher, nothing! And it wasn't my fault. I was the one in the wrong place at the wrong time. I pity the guy who bit me. And I have to grow up so I don't make the same mistake which he did."

Lyall froze, looking at Remus straight in the eyes. "Don't pity him," he said as he walked out of Remus's bedroom.

A/N: So, what do you think? You know reviews make everyone happy? You do a good deed and I get to improve my writing! Share your thoughts!