A/N: I know J.K. Rowling already cleared up the whole story about Remus' conversion into a werewolf but I started this story before the sixth book ever came out. This is my version of how it happened. Hope you guys like it. Remember, Reviews with chocolate are the best combination in the world. I have vats of chocolate. All I need is the reviews...

Disclaimer: I'm not J.K. Rowling therefore any character or place that's recognizable doesn't belong to me.

Chapter 1

A hot summer day in the middle of July, Remus Lupin woke up late in the afternoon. He blinked wearily, his amber eyes trying to adjust to the sudden blaze of light emitted from the mid-afternoon sun sinking in through his bedroom window. He changed from his pajamas, battled with his light brown hair trying without much success to keep it from sticking out at odd angles and went down to the kitchen on the lookout for food to feed his churning stomach. The kitchen was empty, but he sat, nonetheless, in the dining room with a huge three-layered sandwich. Just as he took the first bite, his mother came into the dining room drenched in sweat and covered with dirt. She had obviously been weeding the garden.

"Well, good afternoon," said Mrs. Lupin, slightly breathless.

"Hey mum," Remus managed to say in between bites.

"Remus, you know what day it is today? Saturday. And Saturdays mean that the garden must be tended to. If I am correct, I think that is your job. Yet last night you stayed up late, I have no idea why, and you have just woken up. You have been eleven years old for a week now and I thought that since you are growing up you would be more responsible. Apparently I was wrong…"

Mrs. Lupin's voice droned on and on for what seemed years to Remus. He simply stuck to nodding and slowly eating his sandwich so he would have an excuse not to answer his mother's questions. By the time he finished his sandwich his mother had gotten tired of talking and had gone up to the bathroom to shower. Remus went out through the kitchen door into the back yard, jumped the wooden fence that circled his house and landed softly on his neighbors' freshly cut lawn. He walked the short distance that separated him from his neighbors' house and knocked on their back door. His neighbors were friendly people; he had been friends with their son, Mark Dawson, from the first moment they met. They had moved in about a year ago and to be honest, Remus had been quite glad. Being an only son, he didn't get to have much fun on his own. The beautiful Mrs. Dawson was the one to open the door.

"Hello, Remus. Come in. How is your dear mother doing? I heard she was quite sick last week," she said.

"She is feeling much better; she was weeding the garden just this morning," said Remus as he took a step inside.

"That is just marvelous! I think I might drop by and talk to her a bit," Mrs. Dawson said distractedly, but suddenly remembered Remus was still standing next to her and added, "Mark is upstairs in his room, you know the way."

With that she turned on her heel and disappeared through the laundry room door. Remus slowly made his way up the stairs and through the corridor which led him to his friend's room. When he got there he knocked on the door twice and almost instantly heard his friend's voice answer.

"Muuuuuuummmm, I told you I already gave you all of my dirty underwear," screamed Mark from the other side of the door.

"I know, dear. I was just wondering what were you going to wear under your clothes seeing as all of your underwear is dirty," said Remus with a grin on his face.

Mark opened the door to reveal Remus standing on the other side and said, "Hey, you are not my mother."

"I do not want to be your mother. It must be a nightmare having to live with you," Remus said, walking into the room and sitting down on Mark's bed.

"It is not so bad to live with me, even if it is just for a day; I bet you anything that you will even enjoy yourself," said Mark, closing the door and sitting opposite Remus.

"Really? Well I bet you five galleons that living with you is a nightmare."

"Galleons?" asked Mark, completely perplexed, "Don't you mean pounds?"

"Um . . . yes, of course I do," said Remus.

He had completely forgotten that Mark was not a wizard like himself, but just an ordinary person, a muggle. As such, he would have no idea that a gold galleon was the kind of currency wizards used, along with silver sickles and bronze knuts. Remus would have to be more careful about what he said to Mark.

Mark's voice interrupted his thoughts, "All right, you have yourself a bet."

After that Remus went straight to his house in order to try and soften his mother enough for her to let him stay over at Mark's. He knew he was still in trouble for waking up late. As he entered through the kitchen door, he encountered his mother and father calmly eating dinner in the dining room.

"I though you would eat supper at the Dawson's today," said Mr. Lupin as Remus grabbed a plate and started to serve himself dinner.

"Er…no, not today. I wanted to come home to my wonderful, loving parents and share a family dinner. Is that so wrong, beautiful mother?" said Remus, putting a very innocent look on his face and hoping she would fall for it.

Mrs. Lupin released a deep breath she didn't realize she'd been holding and simply said, "Whatever it is you want, the answer is no."

Damn! Why did mothers have to know everything? It was like they could read minds or something. He glanced hopefully at his father and was relieved to see that Mr. Lupin at least was willing to listen to what he had to say.

"Okay, before you say no, hear me out. Well…the thing is… that Mark invited me to stay over and I really want to go. Their house is right next-door and I'll be fine; I'm very responsible."

"Really? Responsible, huh?" said Mrs. Lupin calmly, "You mean as responsible as you were this morning when you woke up early to weed the garden?"

He knew it! There it was; a way to make him feel guilty and know that he didn't really deserve to go. But he had to go or he would loose the bet. He couldn't let that happen. It was time to beg.

"Mum, please! I promise I'll make it up to you. I'll do anything, anything!"

"Fine, you can go, but starting tomorrow you will not leave this house for the rest of the holidays. You will only be allowed to go out the first of September when you start your classes at Hogwarts."

Oh, yeah, he had forgotten about Hogwarts. That was the school his dad went to. It was a school that specialized on teaching magic to young wizards and witches in training. His mother didn't go to Hogwarts because she was a normal woman. That was the reason he was a half-blood wizard, half muggle and half wizard. He wasn't even sure he would go to Hogwarts, I mean, his acceptance letter still hadn't arrived and it was barely a little more than a month before school term started.