Chapter One: Intoduction

I'm just a normal person, living a normal life.... right? I wish. I am no where near normal. No matter what I try to do to be normal, it just doesn't matter. Some call it different. Some people call it abnormal. Some just call it freakish. Some are scared, some just laugh in your face not believing your story. What you do is your choice. My name is Remus Lupin. This is the story of my life, the people in it and how they affected me for better or for worse.

It all started when I was four. My family is a normal middle-class family. Well, actually, you wouldn't think it was normal. Because my dad is a wizard and my mum is a witch. We are a middle-class wizard family. I have a little sister; she was 12 months old, three years younger than me. I don't remember exactly how it happened, but it did. I was bit by a werewolf. That tiny little bite, just one bite, ruined my whole life.

I am now ten and I will be turning eleven in two months. Most kids in the wizarding community would go to their wizard school at eleven. But not me, no not me. I am a werewolf. I would be a danger to anyone if I was to go to a wizarding school. My whole life I have wanted to go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Under Headmaster Albus Dumbledore. But I can't. I can't. Then my parents told me that Dumbledore wanted to talk to them, about me. Why? There was no chance at all I could go to that school. The school I had wanted to go to since my parents had first told me about when they had gone. When they came back they told me. I couldn't believe it. I knew Dumbledore was a great wizard. So powerful that even He-Who-Can't-Be-Named is afraid of him. But was he really this powerful. Could he really allow me to go to Hogwarts while keeping the others safe from me. I didn't believe it. But then my birthday came. And I got my letter. I got my letter. I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. I wasn't.

"Are we there yet?" I repeated for the ten millionth time.

It's surprising how many times I managed to say that on the relatively short trip.

"Remus, if you ask again we might have to gag you." said my father in a jokingly.

"I know, I know. I'm just so exited."

We were on our way to London to buy my school stuff. I still didn't completely believe it. I had pinched myself so many times my skin was raw.

"Remus, you brought the letter, right?" my mother asked.

"Yes." I answered.

"We're there." my father said after what seemed like decades.

"Finally," I practically shouted. "I don't think I could have waited any longer." I said as I jumped out of the car. "Umm, Mum were is it?"

"Right there." Mum laughed as she pointed at an alley.

Suddenly a small grubby looking pub, called The Leaky Cauldron appeared. I looked around as we entered. "Don't touch anything." said Mum.

"Hello Tom, just on our way to Diagon Alley." Dad said to the bartender. Tom was as grubby as his pub. We went out the back door to an alley that had just two trash cans and a brick wall. Dad took out his wand and tapped a few bricks. And the bricks started to move making an arch entrance into...

"Welcome, to Diagon Alley." said Mum.

"Diagon Alley." I repeated it a trance. "Wow"