"He's already under the serum's effect. Is the quill writing, already? Yeah? Okay. You may start."
"M- my name is Remus John Lupin. Born on the 10th of March, 1960. I was bitten in the summer, 1965. Mom was Elly Lupin. My father is Liall Lupin. …"
"What happen to your mother, Remus?"
"She passed away. The night of the attack."
"I see. And how do you feel about that?"
"Alright"
"Alright?"
"I was very little. I don't remember much"
"What do you remember?"
"Blood. I couldn't move. It was cold"
"And your father?"
"He was inside. I think. I remember him running towards mom. He loved her very much"
"And you?
"What about me?"
"How's your relationship?"
"Acceptable"
"Does he accept your condition?"
"No"
"Go on"
"We don't talk that often. We don't eat at the same table. I was forced to use silverwear. I spend most of my time locked when I'm home"
"Explains the marks on your fingers"
"Yes. I have some on my arms too. One on my ribs. You can't see them because they blend in with the scratches"
"How do you feel about that?"
"Nothing"
"How come?"
"I deserve it"
"Do you really?"
"Yes, sir. I'm a dark creature"
"Hmm. … Would you consider yourself dangerous?"
"No"
"And your transformations?"
"Stabilized when I was 13. They aren't that painful anymore. I s'pose I got used to them"
"How did your father deal with them when you were little?"
"He didn't, sir. I learned how to heal myself. Nasty scars"
"And you're not angry?"
"I don't blame him. What would you do if your five-year-old was turned into a beast?"
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To be continued. Guess who's behind the door.