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Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength , while loving someone deeply gives you courage. ---Lao Tzu

Normal and Remus Lupin had never belonged in the same sentence together. It was like trying to force oil and water to mix. It didn't work. Lupin had stopped being normal when he was five years old. That was the year that his life ended. He had been bitten by a werewolf as revenge on his father. He hadn't known the circumstances until recently. It was hard to comprehend that he had to endure this hell because of an argument his father had with a werewolf. He knew that it was pointless to rage against the world that he was condemned to. He had learned that early on.

The wizarding community was tolerant , but that tolerance always seems to run out before it extends to people like Lupin. To be a werewolf was a social curse as well as the normal aspect of it. People avioded you. You were a beast that would kill them in the blink of an eye. It mattered not that the transformation only happened once a month. To people who knew , you were the monster all the time. He had dealt with all this when he was bitten. The neighbors all voiced the foul comments that flowed through their minds. It had forced his parents to move.

Living in a secluded part of the country had it's benefits. When he transformed Lupin was quite violent. It was a painful thing to undergo. His screams could be heard for miles. At least their new home was far from the nearest person. It meant that they could be discreet about his condition. He could never fully keep it from the world though. He was forced to register with the Ministry of Magic. They kept tabs on all the dangerous half-breeds. They may have been the law for their world , but that didn't mean that they were more understanding.

His own father hated him. Maybe that was wrong. Maybe he hated himself for causing this to befall his only son. His mother was different. She hated the fact that it had happened , but she loved Lupin all the same. He was no different in her eyes. He loved her for it. Far more than his father who couldn't get past what he had become for whatever reasons. He had heard them fight often. Lately it had been about Hogwarts. He wanted to go so bad , but his father argued that he would never be allowed. His mother was hell bent on him going. She had written to Dumbledore. He was a kind and understanding man.

He was allowed to attend. Dumbledore had taken certain precautions to insure that he could attend and the students would remain safe at the same time. They had planted a whomping willow over a secret passage that led to a broken down shack in the town of Hogsmeade. Since he had begun staying there for his transfermations two years ago the townspeople had come to believe the shack to be haunted. Dumbledore encouraged the rumors hoping to keep the people from stumbling upon him when the wolf was in control.

He always catagorized himself in two parts. There was the part of him that belonged solely to Remus Lupin. This was the rational side of him. The side that thought things through before acting. Then there was the wolf side. This was the side that owned all the rash and impulsive things he had ever done. It was purely insticntual. A monster that ruled his mind and body during those three nights. Most believed that the werewolves only transformed on the night of the full moon. That would be a blessing. In reality it was the night before , of and after.

The days leading up to the transformation had there issues as well. He became like a bitch in heat. He was irritiable and short tempered. That stood out a lot. He was a quiet , kind person , but that changed when he snapped at people for no apparent reason. It always weighed on his mind. Then there was the part that really made him feel like an animal in heat. The horniness that consumed him. It wasn't like normal hormones. A teen could resists those. Maybe jerk off a few times and be done for the week. He on the other hand could blow his load a hundred times and be ready to go another hundred. It made no difference to ignore it , well it made it worse.

It was bad enough to be an outcast among your fellow students for being shy , but completely different to be shunned because you started humping something in front of the whole school. Thank god he had his urges and traits figured out before he came here. It may not be the best situation , but he could deal with it as long as he got to attend school. The first two years he avoided anyone , but now he had friends. Well , as much of friends as you can call someone you keep a huge secret from. He can never tell them what he is. They would run faster than the speed of sound.

His only friends. James Potter was the leader of their little misguided group. Strong and loyal to the core. Seeker for Gryffindor made him popular , but he put his friends first. Then there was Sirius Black. The prodigal son that had turned his back on the family that he despised. His friends were his family now. He protected them fiercely. Last was Peter Pettigrew. He was a timid boy by nature , but occasionally held his ground. Together the four of them became the Marauders. A group that struck fear in the hearts of teachers everywhere. Their reputation for pranks was legendary. Lupin always tried to be the voice of reason , but it was never easy.

As much as he loved his friends he still could not bring himself to tell them of the monster that lived within him. Every full moon he disappeared with excuses made and spent three days in the Sherieking Shack as the villiagers had come to call it. He kept a close eye on his friends , weary of any hint that they were growing suspicious. He thought that they accepted his absenses without question , but he was wrong. Toward the middle of his third year , they began questioning his absenses. He tried to lie to them , but he could tell that they only agreed to avoid a fight. He knew the time was nearing when they would learn the horrible truth.

He cherished the time he had left. For he was sure the moment they learned the truth they would leave and he would be friendless once again. Then the day came right before the holidays when they were all lounging around the empty common room when James asked him how much longer till he transformed. Lupin , absorbed in his essay for potions , answered without thinking. It was only seconds before he realized what James had said. He steeled a look at his friends and tried to memorize their faces. After the silence dragged on , he gathered his books and started to walk up the stairs.

James regained his senses and called out to him that it didn't matter to them. Lupin could hardly believe it. They sat there and talked til dawn. He was overwhelmed with joy that his friends had accepted him. For the next few years they grew closer til they were all but blood brothers. Their reputations grew and hormones took over. Yet they always put their friendship first. They even became unregistered Animagi (Don't really know the plural and singular form of the damn word and to lazy to look it up in the books.)

Every month when Lupin would undergo the painful transformation he was joined by his brothers. In animal form they were safe. James became a great stag that was every bit as regal and pompous as his human counter part. Sirius became a great black dog , blacker than his name as he often joked. Peter became the smallest so that they could get into the womping willow unharmed. He was rather rat looking in reality so the rat fit him well. They would meet up with Lupin and run as a rag tag pack for three nights.

It was this secret that led to their nicknames. Lupin became Moony once a month , James was Prongs , Sirius was Padfoot and Peter was Wormtail. They used these names to speak about their monthly adventures. It was only in animal form that they truly became these identities. They used the names so much that by the final year of school their real names were nearly forgotten. They were inseparable , but the world was changing. They would leave school for the final time and none of them knew what life outside the walls of Hogwarts would hold for them. It was Moony's fear that they would drift so far apart that they would exist only in legend. So at the start of the year he clung desperately to his friends , but he never imagined the change that would come before the end of the year. I really don't think any of them could have forseen it if they had been seers.

And this is where our tale begins. The last year of Hogwarts for the famous Marauders. The year that changed them forever and the world with it.

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