Prologue
This is my first ever Fanfic and I decided to do it on Remus John Lupin's long lost twin, Natalie Grace Lupin. Just like him, she is a werewolf (surprise, surprise)! This is about how she was bitten, having to try and forget her brother, falling in love with a certain marauder and the sacrifices she made for those she loved. I dont own any of the characters, exept Natalie and any others you've never heard of; the rest are J.K Rowling's beautiful creations. I use italics for emphasise on words and when the character is thinking. P.O.V obviously means point of view and that will most likely change in the story. I can't think of any thing else I need to say, so I'll get on with it. I really hope this story is successful and you guys stick with me 'til the end! Enjoy! Xxx
Chapter 1
I arose from my slumber, a blood curdling cry had disturbed my sleep. I threw my duvet off me and pushed myself off the bed. My bare feet tensed as I set foot on the cold floor. I heard more screams and cries as I walked out of my room, what was going on? I headed for Remus's room; as I got closer the mysterious noises got louder. I twirled my messy brown hair around my finger, a habit I have when I'm stressed or unsure, whilst apprehensively approaching his door. I grasped the cold handle, slowly twisting it.
My heart skipped a beat as I saw a horrifying image before me in the midnight embrace. A large wolf was crouching on my twin brothers bed, its amber eyes glow piercing through the darkness. I stepped back, preparing to run. I gazed at the claw marks that sunk deep into the walls, peeling off the wallpaper; the sparse blood stains on the bed sheet; Remus's pyjamas shredded along the floor. It suddenly hit me, he was the wolf. A feral growl escaped his lips as I gulped, this was not going to end well...
Suddenly, he pounced, leaping like a gazelle from the bed. He began to slowly advanced on me. Fear pulsated through my veins as he began to bare his pearlesent white fangs. I looked at the grey fur, the long body, the blood thirsty look in his eyes- this couldn't be my brother, could it?
"Rem, I don't know if you can understand me but calm down! Its me, Natalie! You know, I'd really appreciate it if you didn't kill me..." I pleaded gently.
He snarled at me, looking even more hostile. I'm guessing he couldn't understand. I backed off, standing by the handle, ready to flee. He came closer, so close that I'd only stay there if I had lost all sanity. I slammed open the door and began to sprint down the corridor, Remus hot on my heels. A spine tingling howl danced in my ears as I accelerated, I didn't want to die tonight. 'What were my parents thinking? On a full moon keeping a werewolf in a room, without telling there highly curious ten year old daughter to stay away? My parents must be insane!' I thought to myself, barely managing to keep some distance between my twin and I. I screeched as he tried snapping at my ankle, causing me to leap up into the air. We ran down the stairs, I didn't know where to go, I guess I was more focused on staying alive.
I dashed into a spare room, hoping the giant wolf had not seen me enter. I was terrified, listening to the shallow breathing of the werewolf. My heart told me to try and talk to him, see if I could calm him; my gut said scream for mum and dad, hoping they'd come and my mind said sit, keep quiet so he doesn't know I'm here, I felt so conflicted, what would get me out of this situation? Fear convinced me to stay silent, if I so much as made a sound I would be dead. Unfortunately, being an eleven year old have a sort of panic attack, meant that I didn't think about Remus catching my scent. A huge thud knocked on the door as he hurled his giant body at it. I squeaked like a defenceless rabbit - I too, were prey, moments from being killed. He burst in, wearing a gruesome snarl\smile .
"Remus..." I said shakily, he snapped his jaws menacingly. I stared at him, pleading for mercy.
"R - R - Rem, please..." He crouched down, pulling himself along the floor. I braced myself, preparing for him to violently kill me.
"Remus... p- p -please. I - I - I know ... this isn't you..." I whispered. But it was too late. I felt his humid breathe as his dagger-like claws pierced my chest. Saliava poured onto me whilst he howled at the moon and looked back at me. I whimpered as he dragged his paw along my body, then screamed when he raked his talons across my face. Blood seeped from my wounds as he continued to harm me for his pleasure. Suddenly, he clamped down on my shoulder with his powerful jaws. All the energy drained from me as he let go. My skin was as white as a sheet of paper, my body and hair coated in streams of shining crimson blood. I fainted - the last thing I heard was the howl of my brothers triumph.
Third person P.O.V
Hope and Lyall ran downstairs to see their son turned beast savaging their daughter. Lyall shot a carefully aimed curse at the grey werewolf, putting it in a mild slumber. Meanwhile, Hope was grasping at Natalie's body; countless cuts where displayed all over her, but what really mattered was the shape of a crescent moon gashed on her shoulder. Tears fell as she screamed and cried, wondering what kind of parent she was, letting her son be turned into a terrifying creature and then let him attack his twin sister. She firmly grabbed Natalie's hand and her husband's, apparating to St Mungos.
They arrived, soaked in blood. Pools of it were dribbling onto the floor as Lyall begged for help. Shocked healers ran over and immediately rushed the family to a ward. Witches and wizards gasped at the sight of the child they bared in their arms. The torn apart family passed a vast variety of cases: spattergroit, back fired spells, dragon pox and many others. But none were as bad as this, Natalie had just been bitten by a werewolf and was low on blood levels. A bed was sorted out gfor her and she was delicately placed down, like a professional chef adding the final touches to a meal for royalty. They took of the clothes that remained ( which there was very little of, Remus had shredded most of them off. The damage was bad. She was covered in bruises and many of her bones had been broken, including a few ribs. One long gash ran along her eye, standing out from her beautiful face. The sight of her like this was grotesque; claw marks tearing the flesh off her face, blood tainting her skin, bones making her body stick out awkwardly like a broken string puppet.
A familiar healer came to examine her, checking to see what needed desperate attention. First, she put a mix of powdered silver and dittany onto the main wound. It would help it heal, but Natalie would still be left with a scar on her shoulder. Next they attended to the cuts and broken bones, luckily those could go easily with a swish of a wand. Some, however, needed a little more than a spell to clear up.
They took particular interest at the cut along her face. It scrapped along her esye, this led to curiosity. 'Is this going to affect her? When and how will we know? Is she blind? Will we have to wait until the little child wakes up? When will she wake?' They questioned each other. They wouldn't really be accurate until Natalie woke up.
"Mr and Mrs..." one healer began.
"Please just call us Hope and Lyall, every time we come here with our dear Remus, we have to insist upon you calling us by our names," Hope said flatly, gently stroking her daughters hand.
"Oh! Its you, the Lupin family!" Came the voice of an assistant healer they often met with conserning Remus's condition.
"Well - well - we-" stammered a slightly less confident healer.
"Oh Merlin's beard, what he is trying to say is, we suspect your daughter has gone blind in one eye..."
Silenced began to spread as the news settled in. In one night, their daughters life had completely changed.