Author's Note: Hello! I know I haven't updated in a while. VERY SORRY! High school is taking up my writing time. Lots of homework! I took down most of the chapters. I plan to write a better story for Rachel Lupin and finish Curse of the Wolf first. So hang on! This chapter is a little bit different than the original. Thanks! Enjoy.

I really don't remember the days at 12 Lunar Drive when I was little. I was only two when "the bite" happened to my brother. When everything turned upside down.There are few things I do remember: my mother's salty tears because she cried a lot and she held me when she was upset. She hugged me for comfort. She didn't want me to go away like Daddy or get hurt like my brother. It was like I was her doll to cry on.

Thinking back on it I don't mind. Her soft hands touching my hair and caressing my cheek and I wipe the tears away from her beautiful face. I also recall these strange men taking me away from her. There were also more tears in her eyes and she was yelling at the men for taking me. Her yells sounded like she was in pain which she was. They took away her baby which was one of the few things left she had.

Years later I found out it was the Disposal of Magical Creatures people who came to the door at 12 Lunar Drive told my mum to make a choice. I remember some parts of the conversation. What they did was illegal also...that I also discovered when I was older.

"It's either the girl or the werewolf, pick." One of the men told my mum with so much joy. How could she though, she loved us both equally. She didn't want these men to take Remus since she knew they would injure him badly or even kill him and she didn't want them to take me either.

"You can't take children like that!" mum yelled at the men.

But they took me away so easily. They grabbed my arm and I made it too easy for those strange men. I was so vulnerable when I was younger.Mum was probably too shocked by what they were telling her. I don't blame her even till this day.

You're probably wondering who I am. Not so many people heard of me. You must have heard of my brother. Who hasn't? Most people think I'm dead. Others think I killed myself from depression. Well those stories are wrong. My name is Rachel Lupin and this is my untold story.

Author's Note: It's a little bit different. I promise to write as soon as I can.